But the other part—the part that had been dying slowly since his brother’s funeral—whispered: Two steps. You’ve already taken the first. Desire. What’s one more?
The second one is final.
Elias lunged for his keyboard. The screen was already changing. Limbo.exe had multiplied. Dozens of windows. Hundreds. Each one showing a different satellite feed, a different room, a different person. And at the bottom of each feed, a prompt: Two Steps from Hell.rar
The screen flickered. Then a live satellite feed appeared. Grainy, green-tinged. A penthouse in Dubai. Mikhail Volkov was pouring champagne for a woman in red. The camera zoomed in—impossible resolution for any commercial satellite. Elias could see the condensation on the glass. But the other part—the part that had been