The information wasn't supposed to reach the public. Most people wouldn't recognize what it meant. She did. Not by accident- but because someone close to her was already inside it. He doesn't live long enough to explain. What he leaves behind isn't just information. It's access. And access doesn't go unnoticed. She's taken and waiting for her death sentence-but the man responsible for containing what the organization has become. Stills the executor's hand. He doesn't offer her answers. He doesn't offer freedom. Only structure. Observation. Control. Because whatever they're building, it isn't finished. And somehow, she's become part of it. She refused to give him her name. Her previous name is irrelevant. She's never leaving. So one is assigned to her instead. Analin Rose. ..... You're killing me," I recklessly stumbled to my feet with my hands on my knees. My hair was heavy and sticking to the sides of my face. "That isn't my intention," he spoke under his breath. "What is your intention?" I spoke hoarsely, sweating in the rain. I shook violently, freezing cold. He paused before answering, "I can't tell you that." He stood up, looking down at me. His eyes were emotionless, but his voice was calm and low.