Mr. Lee/Alex led them through hidden passages and deserted server rooms, the sterile, white walls echoing with their hushed footsteps. Finally, they reached a hidden chamber, bathed in the eerie glow of holographic displays. It was a war room, pulsing with the lifeblood of the Puppeteer's control.
"This is it," Mr. Lee/Alex said, his voice a low murmur. "The central nervous system of his network. From here, he controls everything."
Anya's gaze fell on a single, pulsating node amidst the holographic web. It thrummed with an ominous red light, a stark contrast to the cool blue of the surrounding network.
"Sarah," she whispered, her heart clenching.
"Yes," Mr. Lee/Alex confirmed. "He holds her mind captive within that node. But be warned, attempting a digital rescue is fraught with danger. The Puppeteer will fight back, using your deepest fears and insecurities against you."
