""My eight-month-old triplets had been screaming for two hours, and not even two pediatric specialists could explain why. Then my housekeeper’s four-year-old daughter walked into the nursery, stared beneath one of the cribs, and whispered, “Mr. Moretti... your babies aren’t sick. They’re scared.”

The lower holding cells beneath the Castellano-style mansion were built to withstand a siege. Thick concrete walls, reinforced steel doors, and absolute silence.

David Hayes sat handcuffed to a bolted metal chair in the center of the interrogation room, his expensive designer suit stained with sweat and dirt, trembling as Marco stood over him with a thick manila folder.

The heavy steel door swung open, and Adrien walked in, flanked by two armed enforcers. I stood quietly in the doorway behind them, watching.

Adrien didn't yell. He didn't draw a weapon. He simply walked up to the trembling IT architect, pulled out a chair, sat down directly across from him, and rested his elbows on the metal table.

"David," Adrien said smoothly, his voice dangerously quiet. "Tell me why you spent three months wiring my children's nursery with psychological warfare equipment."

Hayes swallowed hard, his eyes darting frantically around the sterile concrete room. "I... I was paid! That's all! A shell company wired two hundred thousand dollars to my offshore account!"

"Who paid you?" Marco demanded, stepping forward and slamming his hand onto the table.

"I don't know!" Hayes shrieked, tears springing to his eyes. "It was all digital! Encrypted messages through an anonymous proxy! They said if I didn't install the relay and sync it with the children's heart monitors, they would release my financial fraud records to the federal prosecutors!"

Adrien leaned forward, his dark eyes locking onto the architect's soul. "You compromised my infants to save yourself from a prison sentence?"

"They weren't supposed to get hurt!" Hayes cried out, shaking violently. "Just... kept distressed! The client said they wanted the household destabilized from the inside out!"

"Who is the client, David?" Adrien whispered, his voice dropping into an absolute, lethal command.

Before Hayes could answer, a sharp, piercing static sound hissed from the security intercom on the wall.

Marco’s tactical radio crackled to life with frantic gunfire echoing in the background. "Boss! Perimeter breach! Team Alpha is under attack at the North Gate! They're hitting us with heavy ordinance!"