The walk to The Grind House was the longest fifteen minutes of Ace's life. The afternoon sun felt exposing, not warm, highlighting him for any watching eyes. Every single person he passed on the street seemed like a potential threat. Every time a car slowed down near him, his muscles tightened up, preparing for a sudden attack. His mind was a storm of terrifying thoughts. He couldn't stop thinking about the chilling, digital message from Silica that read, Aegis will fall. He was tormented by the blurry dot on the city map that was their only clue, and he couldn't erase the memory of the terrified, resigned look on Evelyn's face as he left her behind. He was walking away from one battlefield, a digital ghost haunting their every move, and marching straight into another, far more physically dangerous one.