My world is four walls and a firewall. The name's Elias Vance. I hunt monsters, the kind in three-piece suits who break lives with keystrokes. I do it all from the one place I'm safe: my apartment. I don't do partners. I don't do outside. Not since my family was taken from me. Then he blew my door off its hinges. He calls himself Leo. A thief, all sharp grins and sharper reflexes, bleeding out on my pristine floor. He shoved a data-key into my hand, babbling about a shadowy syndicate called Janus and a hit on his life. He said he was sorry. He said they were coming for me, too. I didn't believe him. Until the professional cleaners showed up and turned my safe house into a warzone. Now, we're stuck with each other. The agoraphobic numbers-whisperer and the adrenaline-junkie thief. He thinks I'm a coward. I think he's a liability. But as we tear into Janus, we find something worse than stolen art or laundered cash. We find a project named "Chimera." And a chilling truth: the tragedy that broke me and the murder that forged him weren't accidents. They were acquisitions. They thought they were hunting us. They were wrong. We're the ghosts they created, and we're coming for our revenge. Even if trusting each other is the most dangerous heist of all. Two broken men. One shared enemy. No way out.
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