The afternoon dragged on slowly when Thor, still feeling the heaviness in his body and his fever shifting, decided to act. He picked up his phone and called the building’s management. His voice, still hoarse, carried a sense of urgency.

“Good afternoon. This is Thor Miller, from the penthouse. I need access to last night’s security camera footage.”

On the other end, the receptionist hesitated:

“Mr. Miller… unfortunately, there was a system incident. We suffered a breach and lost part of the recordings.”

Thor straightened up in bed, frowning.

“What do you mean, a breach?”

“The footage from yesterday is only available up until 3 p.m. And today’s recordings only started being recovered from 2 p.m. onward. We’re working on fixing it, but—”

“This is unacceptable,” Thor cut in, his irritation sharp. “A building of this level, with a security failure?”

“Sir, even the best systems can be hacked. We sincerely apologize.”

Thor hung up without replying. Ten minutes later, his phone rang. It was