In a dark and empty street, a figure sat atop a signboard, cloaked. On their lap, lay papers and drawings of marked locations.
"Yanza, Yanza… you are in such a hurry." The head raised; Eltic's face revealed in view.
As days passed, filled with spying and infiltration, he discovered a 'connection.'
The daily activities of Yanza had a purpose, a reason. They were secret signals based on positioning, patterns, and domino effects.
In such confidential arrangements, ASI personnel in the entire city commenced relocation—resources carted in mass amounts and hidden warehouses closed.
They ran.
No.
They tried to run.
It was an act of futility, as the rumors of a corrupt organization were their sword of Damocles.
Eltic peeked ahead, observing as civilians brawled with a bunch of individuals.
The public protested and tossed, screaming "Death to Yanza!" until the whole street heard.
