Ayan's eyes narrowed as he leaned slightly closer. "What is Gamescape?"
Nitya's gaze was steady, almost piercing, as if measuring the weight of his curiosity. "Everyone breaks the law, Ayan. It's in our nature, a flaw in the human condition. Some break it recklessly, some quietly, some out of necessity." She took a slow sip of her whisky, her fingers caressing the crystal glass. "Our job? To protect our clients. To give them another chance when the world would strip it away."
Ayan considered her words, the subtle offer laced within them like a riddle wrapped in silk. "So, are you offering me a job?"
Nitya didn't answer immediately. She studied him, her eyes calculating, as if searching for a crack in his armor. "I'm considering it. You have talent, Ayan. You're sharp, quick on your feet. But there's one thing that concerns me."
Ayan felt a flicker of unease. "What's that?"
