Morning sunlight pierced the bulletproof glass of the penthouse, yet it carried no warmth. I woke with my fingers still clenched, as though the remnants of the chess pieces from last night's dream were still trapped in my grasp. Around me, silent luxury spoke in expensive whispers, cold Carrara marble floors, walls adorned with abstract art worth millions of dollars, and the scent of sandalwood automatically dispersed through the ventilation system.I rose, feeling the custom-made silk pajamas slide against my skin. Luxury, I thought. Once, this had been a dream. Now, it was merely decoration for the stage play I called life."System, status report," I said, my voice rough from restless sleep."Shadow Network stable, Architect," the voice answered from empty air. "Infiltration into Seraphina Global Holdings has reached level two. No suspicious activity detected from last night's anomaly within the past six hours."I gave a small nod. I walked toward the minimalist kitchen, intending t