Kaelen closed the case. Then he spent every night rewriting the Portal’s code. He didn’t tell the oversight committee. He didn’t ask permission. He simply built a backdoor—a private tunnel through the IGT’s security, keyed to his own neural pattern.
Mira’s face went pale. “Kael… that’s my husband. You’re his… brother?” igt portal
Behind her, a child’s laughter echoed from the hallway. A boy, about seven, ran in—dark hair, curious eyes, Kaelen’s own crooked smile. Kaelen closed the case