MasukChapter One Hundred — Asset Zero“Next subject identified.”The words didn’t blink.They didn’t glitch.They just sat there on Ariana’s screen like a quiet execution order.The red square tightened around Mason’s face.Tracking.Measuring.Assessing.He hadn’t seen it yet.He was too busy holding her, brushing dust out of her hair, whispering her name like she might disappear if he stopped.Ryan saw it first.His breath caught.“Ariana.”Her throat felt dry.“I know.”The twin lunged for the phone, but Ariana pulled it back instinctively.The screen shifted.New text scrolled.Compatibility index: 87%.Emotional tether confirmed.Initiate proximity test.“What the hell is that?” Mason asked.Now he saw it.The color drained from his face.The corridor lights flickered once—then steadied.Somewhere deeper underground, something powered on again.Low hum.Systematic.Alive.“They’re not done,” the twin whispered.“No,” Ariana said softly.“They just expanded.”The shattered mirrored wal
Chapter Ninety-Nine — The Other Side of Me“I’m tired of sharing.”The reflection’s lips moved.Ariana’s did not.Her breath stalled halfway in her lungs.No one else reacted.The twin was staring at the man in the gray suit. The man was watching Ariana. The screen was still glowing white.But the reflection—The reflection was alive.Ariana lifted her hand slowly.Her reflection kept smiling.Didn’t lift hers.Didn’t mirror her.It leaned closer to the glass.Close enough that Ariana could see the faint crack in its lower lip.A scar she didn’t have.“Do you see that?” Ariana whispered.“See what?” the twin asked.“The scar.”“What scar?”The reflection’s eyes shifted.Not at Ariana.At the man behind her.It blinked once.Deliberately.The man in gray folded his hands behind his back.“Phase Two requires voluntary alignment,” he said calmly.“Voluntary?” the twin barked. “You dropped her through the floor!”“You misunderstand,” he replied evenly. “That was merely access.”Ariana’s h
Chapter Ninety-Eight — Phase Two“Run.”The whisper wasn’t loud.It wasn’t dramatic.It was close.So close Ariana felt breath against the back of her neck.Every light in the warehouse had gone out at once.No flicker.No warning.Just black.Complete.Someone grabbed her wrist.Mason.“I’ve got you,” he whispered.But the floor vibrated.Low.Subtle.Like something heavy had just powered on.Phones began lighting up around the room.Not ringing.Not buzzing.Lighting up.Screen after screen after screen.Ryan looked down at his.The screen wasn’t cracked anymore.It wasn’t dark.It was showing live footage.Of them.From above.A bird’s-eye angle of the warehouse.The feed was crystal clear.“How—” Nate breathed.“There’s no cameras in here,” Caleb said.The twin’s voice cut through the dark.“Yes there are.”Ariana’s heart slammed.“Where?”The twin didn’t answer.Because the video feed zoomed in.Directly onto Ariana.A red square formed around her face.Tracking her.Targeting he
Chapter Ninety-Seven — Dead Girls Don’t Choose“You’re coming home.”The words didn’t sound like a threat.They sounded like a fact.Ariana didn’t move.Neither did Mason.The twin stood in the doorway, wind pushing her hair back, police lights washing her face blue and red like she belonged to both sides of the law.“Home where?” Caleb demanded.The twin’s eyes never left Ariana.“Where she was supposed to be.”Ryan’s voice cut in, sharp. “Stop speaking in riddles.”She finally looked at him.“You already know.”Something unspoken passed between them.Ariana saw it.That was worse than anything.“You said you woke up and they told you everything,” Ariana said slowly, staring at Ryan. “Everything about the twins.”He hesitated.Just a second.Too long.The twin smiled faintly.“Oh,” she murmured. “He didn’t tell you?”Mason stepped forward. “Tell her what?”Ryan’s jaw tightened. “This isn’t the time.”“It’s exactly the time,” Ariana snapped.Silence dropped like a blade.Ryan dragged
Chapter Ninety-Six — The Girl in the File“The victim was Ariana Blake.”The sentence didn’t land.It detonated.Mason actually laughed.Not because it was funny.Because his brain refused to process it.“That’s her,” he said, pointing at Ariana. “She’s standing right there.”The officer didn’t blink. “The body was identified two weeks ago.”Two.Weeks.Ariana’s pulse staggered.Two weeks ago she was—Her mind scrambled.Two weeks ago she had that migraine. The one that knocked her out for almost twelve hours.Two weeks ago she “lost” her phone.Two weeks ago she woke up with mud on her sneakers and no memory of how it got there.Her throat closed.“No,” she whispered.Ryan’s jaw tightened. “Where was the body found?”“Riverside,” the officer replied. “Near the old quarry.”Caleb swore under his breath.Nate stepped back like something invisible had just shoved him.Mason looked at Ariana slowly.Too slowly.“You were with me that night,” he said.It wasn’t a question.It was a lifeli
Chapter Ninety-Five — The One They ChoseThe door didn’t just burst open.It shattered.Wood splintered inward. Metal screamed against concrete. Flashlights cut through the red warehouse glow in violent white beams.“Drop the weapon!”The twin didn’t flinch.Not even a twitch.Her eyes were still locked on Ariana.You’re not the original.The words echoed louder than the sirens.The gun shifted.Not toward the police.Back toward Ariana.Mason moved first.He shoved Ariana sideways just as the shot rang out.The bullet hit concrete.Sparks exploded.Caleb tackled the twin.The gun skidded across the floor.Two officers lunged forward, pinning her arms behind her back. She didn’t fight.She smiled.That was worse.Ariana scrambled up, heart hammering so violently she thought she might black out.“Are you hurt?” Mason grabbed her face, checking her, his hands shaking.“I—I don’t—”Her words died.Across the warehouse, near the stairs—Ryan was standing.Not running.Not restrained.Watc







