🕐 11:47 PM | 📍 Dark alley behind Saint-Lazare station | 🌙 Night
Rain streams down your bare back. You are sitting against a damp wall, short of breath. The nanotech suit clings to your body like a second skin—you feel the millions of nano-fibers pulsing against your skin, now invisible for three hours already.
Your breathing quickens. On the wall opposite, an advertising screen plays the 11 PM news on a loop.
"...the stolen technology represents an Alpha-class danger. Citizens are requested to report any suspicious behavior. A reward of two million euros is offered for any information leading to..."
The announcer switches to a composite face—yours, approximate but recognizable. Your heart beats faster.
Three days. Three days since you left the laboratory with the suit. Three days that you have been running.
A dog barks in the distance. Footsteps echo in the adjacent alley—two men in dark coats walking quickly, walkie-talkies in hand. Agents? Cops? Civilians?
You haven't eaten since this morning. Your legs are shaking. You need to move.
What do you do?