The rain had been falling over Vardonne, a cold and quiet European city known for its flawless order and silent nights. But the silence tonight was different—too perfect, too controlled, as if someone powerful was holding the darkness in place.Far away from the crowded streets, an abandoned railway warehouse stood at the edge of the city. The authorities believed the building hadn’t been used in years. They were wrong.Inside, dim industrial lamps flickered as a group of masked men arranged crates with military-level precision. Every step, every movement, was synchronized—like a silent orchestra trained for years. No one spoke. No