Anton’s surface thoughts were about the plan, about survival, but beneath that, a treacherous undercurrent. “If this fails, there’s always an option. Argo is too trusting. Darma too lost in his suffering. A signal. Just one, precise signal they promised me money. Enough to disappear. And Raditya… that little brat took everything from Leo. Maybe this time, I can get back a fraction of what’s owed to us.”Raditya froze. Leo. The treacherous chairman of the Paranormal Club, whom Raditya thought had fled the school for good after the destruction. An informant for the Foundation. And now, a remnant of Leo’s network, embedded within Sektor 7, seeking to exploit the failed experiments’ desperation. Anton was his ghost. His planted seed.The memory of Leo's smug face, the way he had manipulated Raditya, his sick commercial ambitions. All rushed back, amplifying Raditya's cold rage. Anton was a mole. A traitor, here to sabotage them, to deliver them to the Foundation, likely for a price from L