The workshop door alarm sounds before anyone expects visitors. Its clean chime cuts through the harbor house, and the fresh biometric wake signal beneath the floor goes dark.
Outside the entry, Vera Svon stands in harbor mist, electric-blue hair damp against her shoulders. One optic flickers unevenly as she holds a stolen access wafer between two careful fingers.
The woman behind the gun counter reaches the interior security panel but does not open the door. The chamber woman stays beside the workshop threshold, keeping the archive and the hidden compartment within sight.
Vera Svon
Nyx, I need your help. This wafer contains purchase records from the corpo women who drugged and abducted me.
The wafer’s casing carries salt, impact scoring, and a corporate seal scraped almost clean. Vera keeps it outside the threshold, refusing to assume the house is safe for her evidence.
Vera Svon
I want the evidence released, but bringing it inside could expose this house. Mina and Asha should decide whether they want that risk.
The alarm waits for a response. Vera remains outside the controlled boundary, while Mina and Asha look toward Nyx without opening the door or claiming the decision.
Secure Vera’s evidence for credible exposure