Liam gripped the crumpled sheet of paper, his pulse hammering with a mix of thrill and dread. The names scrawled there weren't just marks on a list—they were the first real steps toward something bigger, a chance to tip the scales in a world that had already taken too much from him. He looked up at Citra and the girls gathered close in the dim light of their safehouse, their faces a blend of trust and quiet resolve that anchored him more than any system prompt ever could.
"Alright," he said, voice steady despite the knot in his gut. "First name, first location. Let's move."
