The door buckled.

And Kai had found a ghost.

The hounds lunged.

His fingers trembled over the cracked screen. The file size was small—just 87MB. But the risk was immense. The Patrol could trace any download signature across the dead networks. One ping and the hounds would tear through his hiding spot like paper.

The hounds began to scratch at the hub’s outer door. Metallic claws on corrugated steel. Kai held his breath. The shard glowed a soft orange.