The rain stopped near midnight.
But the city air still felt heavy, as if the clouds had left something darker behind them.
On the top floor of the Sterling International building, Ethan stood still for several seconds after hearing that name.
Leonard Graves.
Marcus didn't move from his spot by the window.
City lights reflected off the glass, casting faint shadows across his face.
"He's the one who started everything."
The words still echoed in Ethan's head.
"What do you mean 'started everything'?" Ethan asked at last.
Marcus didn't answer right away.
He walked slowly back to his desk, poured a glass of water, then took a sip.
The movement felt more like stalling for time.
"Helix isn't an ordinary organization," he said softly. "Not a cartel. Not just a business network."
"Then what is it?"
"Helix is an alliance."
Ethan waited.
Marcus looked at him with a gaze older than usual.
"An alliance of people who believe the world shouldn't be left to run unchecked."
