Amara's eyes widened in shock. "Adama?" she breathed, her voice barely audible over the sirens and chaos.
Adama's expression was a mix of sadness and determination. "Hello, sis," she said, her voice steady.
The alleyway seemed to spin around Amara. "Why?" she asked, her voice cracking.
Adama's gaze was piercing. "You wouldn't understand. You were always the golden child, the one with the plan. I had to make my own way."
Kwame and the others appeared at the alley entrance, eyes scanning the scene.
Amara took a step forward, her emotions in turmoil. "You're The Architect?"
Adama nodded, a hint of pride in her eyes. "I built something. Something that'll change Lagos, change Naija."
The flames crackled, the heat intense. Kwame moved closer. "Adama, it's over. Come with us."
Adama's smile was wistful. "It's not over. Not yet."
She turned and sprinted into the night, disappearing into Lagos' labyrinthine streets.
Amara stood frozen, the revelation sinking in.