Nico collapsed during a planning meeting. Liver failure. Kidney stress. Cardiovascular damage. Years of Veil use demanding payment. Maya rushed him to an underground clinic. No official records. No SSS notification. 'You need a hospital,' the doctor said. 'Real treatment. Transplant, maybe.' 'Can't. I'm wanted.' 'Then you're dying. Six months. Maybe.' Nico accepted it. He'd been dying since he was nineteen. Since his first hit of Veil. This was just the bill coming due. 'Six months is enough,' he told Maya. 'Enough for what?' 'To finish this. To see it through.' His body was failing. But the movement was strong. That was what mattered. He'd taught them to survive without him. Time to prove it.