Rain lashed against the fortified windows of the Data Dungeon, mirroring the storm inside my skull. Rows of humming servers glowed with an eerie green light, cold and indifferent like a coroner's slab. Each blink of a status light was a silent accusation, every whir of a fan the whisper of a secret I was paid to keep buried. But tonight, the data had gone dark. Not a power outage, but a strategic strike, cleaner than any bullet. My trench coat felt heavy, soaked not with rain but the grim knowledge that somewhere out there, a ghost was laughing, and I was the only one left to read the digital entrails.
