Sania Zarmeen

The Shadow Company

Eliza sat in the sterile, white-walled office, the hum of fluorescent lights overhead cutting through the silence. Across from her, a man in a sharp suit, his face unnervingly calm, slid a sleek, silver device across the table. The logo “NeuraShift” was etched into its surface, a symbol of something far larger than she could have imagined when she first received the invitation.