The Artemis Galleries hummed a quiet melody of heels against polished marble floors and faint laughs from collectors. Below ground is an entirely different story.
The Security Department of Artemis underground has been working overtime with the relentless investigation that has been going on for days now.
On the left side of the screen, the biometric facial recognition log flashed a high-priority entry in crisp, green text: Cassian Vale detected. Confidence rating: ninety-eight point eight percent. On the right side of the split screen, the corresponding surveillance footage played the exact camera feed from that specific timestamp. The hallway remained completely, undeniably empty. A smooth expanse of polished marble flooring stretched between empty white columns, reflecting nothing but the static recessed downlights.
