Two weeks ago, his brother had been taken. Not by soldiers—by something worse. The abduction happened in the chaos of an evacuation convoy, near the eastern front. No witnesses, no ransom note, just a muddy road and a single tire track leading into the gray zone where cell towers had been shelled into silence.

The authorities offered platitudes. Volunteers were stretched thin. So Leo did what he always did when the world turned to static: he retreated into data.

But he knew the coordinates.

He downloaded the file from a forum that had become his command center. The archive was small—47 megabytes. Inside: an executable, some DLLs, and a folder of cached imagery. Nothing special. But for Leo, it was the difference between hope and despair.