Lagos – Federal Anti-Corruption Tribunal HeadquartersTwo Days Later.The courtroom was sweltering with tension, thick with reporters, flashbulbs, and armed guards. It wasn’t just a trial—it was a reckoning.And at the center of it all sat Adaora Okoye, dressed in a navy-blue suit, her eyes shaded with defiance and shame.She was not the accused—yet.But as the daughter of Chief Donald Okoye, whose name now appeared on leaked documents linked to the Chuka Madueke Syndicate, her seat had become the hottest in Nigeria.System Update (Adaora POV):Path Divergence Event – “Testify or Protect”System Influence: ModerateHenry Trust Level: 63%Family Loyalty: DecliningOutcome: Will alter public and political perception permanently.The tribunal lead commissioner stood.“Ms. Okoye, you are summoned today not as a suspect, but as a material witness. Your family has done business with Chuka Madueke for over a decade. Did you or your father ever suspect he was funding an illegal network?”Adao

Lagos – Ikoyi High-Rise District8:13 PMThe skyline sparkled with confidence. On the surface, Lagos was at peace.But deep beneath the towers, in the silence between power and shadows, death moved with purpose.On the rooftop of a high-rise across from Leonhart Tower, a man dressed in black adjusted his scope. His face was hidden behind a ceramic red-and-black raven mask. No emotion. No tremble. No noise.“Target in sight,” the man whispered.“Authorization confirmed,” came the response in his earpiece. “Make the Lion bleed.”He steadied the crosshair.BOOM!A sudden blast erupted three floors below him, rocking the tower.“What the hell—?”Smoke flooded the rooftop.As he turned to escape, he found himself face-to-face with Kenna Madu, gun drawn.“I figured you’d come through the roof,” she said coldly.The Raven smiled beneath his mask—and threw a flashbang at her feet.Leonhart Tower – Command CenterAlarms blared.Henry burst into the room, blood staining the sleeve of his shirt.

Leonhart Tower – Henry’s Private Office11:58 PMA thunderstorm raged over Lagos, casting flashes of silver lightning across the glass windows of Henry Leonhart’s office. Inside, the room glowed dimly under the soft light of antique lamps, giving it a regal calm. But the man in that room wasn’t calm.Henry stood at the window, one hand in his pocket, the other clutching a tumbler of untouched whisky. The weight of recent betrayals pressed heavily on his shoulders. Ejike’s treason. The Raven’s infiltration. The Syndicate’s growing reach.He didn’t hear the door open. He didn’t need to.He could feel her presence.“Adaora,” he said without turning.She stepped into the room, her black coat soaked from the rain. She said nothing at first, just placed a thick, sealed folder on his desk.Henry finally turned to look at her, his gaze wary.“What’s that?”Her voice was quiet. Shaky. “Answers.”She unsealed the folder. Typed documents. Bank transfers. Communication logs.Then… one name, bold

Leonhart Holdings – Legal Operations Wing10:02 AMThe hum of the servers was constant. Crisp. Precise. But for Adaora, every sound felt like a countdown.She stared at the sealed envelope in her hands—an unmarked courier had dropped it off that morning, addressed only to her. No return address. No signature. Just a stamped wax seal in the shape of a black feather.A signal.A trap.Still… she opened it.Inside were color photographs.Dozens of them.Old. Grainy. Some from her university days. Others from her early career. But the ones that made her blood run cold were the photos of her father—Donald Okoye—meeting with known Syndicate figures, including one man whose face had never been made public:The Raven.The final page was worse than all the rest.It was a signed document. A legal defense strategy.And her name was printed at the bottom of the page.Counsel: Adaora Okoye (J.D.)“The defendant pleads ignorance of operational consequences in the Phase Zero arrangement…”Her breath

Leonhart Family Cemetery – Ikoyi, Lagos6:17 AMA soft drizzle painted the morning sky gray. Mist clung to the air like a secret not yet whispered. Henry stood alone before the marble gravestone that bore her name:Amarachi LeonhartBeloved mother. Taken too soon.For years, Henry had returned to this spot with silent rage and quiet vows. But today was different. Today, he wasn’t just mourning.He was hunting.A fresh bouquet lay at the foot of the grave. Not his. Someone else had been here recently.System Scan Activated…Unregistered DNA detected: Female, late 50s. Partial match to Amarachi Leonhart’s profile.Possible familial connection: 62%.Henry frowned.Another Leonhart?Then he noticed something—a small, aged envelope, tucked beneath the bouquet. He picked it up carefully.Inside was a faded photograph of his mother standing beside a man he didn’t recognize. The man wore a Leonhart Holdings badge—dated 2005.Behind the photo, scribbled in ink:“What she discovered was never m