Scene 3 - Interior - Dark Archive - Night Dim, flickering lights barely illuminate rows of forgotten servers and dusty terminals. Detective Eyad Nour, 28, tall, with fair skin, short hair, and hazel eyes, moves silently through the shadows. Dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, he looks out of place in this decaying digital tomb. He sifts through old digital files--encrypted, corrupted, forgotten. His eyes lock onto something. He freezes. Shock spreads across his face. Whatever he’s found wasn’t supposed to exist. A low electronic hum echoes in the silence, pressing in like a whisper from the past.