Ayan's heart raced as he read it. He hadn't spoken to this contact in years, a former mentor from a brief stint he'd had consulting on dream manipulation for defense organizations. The warning was clear. But who was watching, and why now?
When Ayan shared the message with the team that evening, their reactions were a mix of confusion and frustration. They'd already taken steps to distance themselves from the President's reach, yet this new threat suggested a broader consequence of their actions.
"We're in deeper than we realized," Vlada murmured, glancing around the dimly lit office as if the walls themselves held secrets.
"Maybe this was bound to happen," Haider said, his voice tinged with resignation. "You can't meddle in dreams at this level without attracting attention. We've crossed paths with people who won't let us just walk away."
Nitya's gaze was hard. "So what do we do? Keep playing their game?"
