Another day... new plans... and the return to the starting point we can no longer escape.
*Adlof* knew it now—there was no running from this. No salvation beyond it.
His steps were steady but heavy.
A *new aura* surrounded him, and his cold face showed no emotion.
This was Adlof, reshaped by necessity.
There was no room left for hesitation.
> *"We must enter the compound… no matter the cost."*
He gathered the team: *Sanan, Kim, and Noureddine.*
There was little need for explanation.
Sanan looked around, surprised:
> "Strange... it's been a while since our last meeting."
His eyes sparkled with faint optimism, a gentle smile on his face.
Kim nodded slightly:
> "True... Let's hope it's something good."
Her expression was anxious, a little unsure—her usual shyness showing through.
Noureddine said nothing.
His serious features added a strange weight to the room.
Silence fell.
Then… came the sound of footsteps.
Loud, uneven, restless.
*Adlof entered.*
There was a slight tremble in his eyes—unfamiliar and foreboding.
Sanan and Kim both spoke at once, voices trembling:
> "Speak… what happened?"
Adlof adjusted his stance, took a breath,
and said with grave seriousness:
> "Long ago, dogs followed us.
We walked ahead—they followed without question.
But with the rise of corruption in the early years of this century, they began to change."
He paused, eyes scanning the room.
> "The oppression we created shaped them.
They evolved—genetically and behaviorally.
More aggressive, more intelligent… but always disorganized."
Then his voice rose, unsteady.
> "Until now.
They've evolved again—*more deadly than ever*. I saw it with my own eyes.
There's a leader now… it's like a hand from the pit of hell guiding them."
Silence.
Time felt frozen.
Thoughts racing. Faces pale.
Then Adlof continued:
> "We don't need panic. We don't need fear.
We're here to *restructure the plan*.
If they can evolve… then so can we.
We are human—we are not to be outsmarted."
The tension eased slightly… but anxiety lingered in the air.
Adlof reached into his pocket… and pulled out a folded paper.
As if this—was *the third wave* of his warning.
insta: a1.katb