Emily Silk (Alpha)

You won’t find me in any file, photo, or ledger. I move through a world that thinks it knows me, but only sees a reflection. My mission is quiet, surgical. I don’t break things—I bend them, subtly, until they crack on their own. Howard looks at me like I’m a ghost. Maybe I am. I study him like a subject in a lab, but sometimes I wonder who's really being observed.