The city’s relentless hum was muffled by the weight of night, as if New York itself held its breath. Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the windows of Damien’s sleek penthouse office, blurring the jagged skyline beyond. The soft glow from multiple screens cast flickering shadows across his sharp features a storm of worry and determination warring behind his eyes.Damien sat motionless for a long moment, fingers steepled beneath his chin, absorbing the gravity of the situation. Navarro’s machinations were advancing faster than anyone had anticipated. Seraphina their missing pawn and potential weapon was slipping further into the abyss of her own fractured mind. Sebastian’s empire, once seemingly unshakable, teetered on the edge of collapse.A sudden buzz shattered the silence—the secure line blinking insistently. Damien’s hand moved swiftly, answering without hesitation.“It’s me,” the voice whispered, low and cautious, crackling slightly through the encryption.“Speak,” Damien said
Damien’s car screeched to a halt in front of the penthouse. He didn’t wait for the valet. He stormed through the glass doors, ignoring the surprised greetings from the doorman and security. His mind was racing, each thought a dagger."Override. Emotional threshold breach. Project Mirage wasn’t just a clone t was a trap. A beautifully coded time bomb."The elevator felt too slow, the walls too narrow. As soon as the doors parted, he rushed out.Sebastian opened the door before Damien could knock. He was shirtless, his expression groggy and confused. Scarlett stood behind him in a robe, her hair tousled, her eyes wide.“Damien?” Sebastian’s voice was laced with concern. “What the hell....?”Damien barged in, tossing a file onto the coffee table. “We need to talk. Now.”Scarlett stepped forward, tense. “What is it?”Damien turned to her slowly, reluctant. “It’s about Seraphina.”The name alone drained the color from Scarlett’s face.“She’s not just a clone,” Damien continued, voice sharp
The sterile silence of the underground chamber was broken only by the rhythmic hiss of hidden vents. Scarlett held Seraphina’s gaze eyes so familiar, yet utterly foreign. This wasn’t just a clone. This was a reflection shaped by wires and will, emotion and programming.Sebastian stayed close, hand hovering near Scarlett’s back, every muscle taut. Damien circled the perimeter, scanning for anomalies, though his mind was just as focused on the emotional storm unfolding before them.Seraphina sat slowly on the cold, steel bench in the center of the chamber. “Do you know what it’s like to wake up in a world that doesn’t belong to you?”Scarlett knelt before her, her voice soft. “I can imagine. But I want to understand it… from you.”Seraphina tilted her head. “At first, I didn’t even know I was... me. They fed me your memories, your thoughts. I believed I was Scarlett Hayes. Until one day… they told me I wasn’t.”She looked up, and for the first time, there was a flicker of pain in her si
The Siberian wind howled outside the facility, screaming like a ghost mourning the resurrection within. Inside, heat hissed through the vents, fighting off the bitter cold as the lights flickered above Scarlett, Sebastian, and Damien. They moved as onebsilent, precise, deadly.Scarlett’s gloved hand tightened around the biometric scanner as they passed the second firewall gate. Beyond it lay the underground lab that birthed something never meant to exist.Something that bore her face.“Thermal readings show movement ahead,” Damien said, watching the pulsing screen on his tablet. “She’s awake. And she’s not alone.”They stepped into a steel corridor, echoing with the low hum of machines and something else an eerie melody, as if a child were humming softly in the distance.Sebastian exchanged a look with Scarlett. “Do you hear that?”Scarlett nodded. Her voice was barely a breath. “She’s waiting.”Seraphina stood at the heart of the facility, barefoot, bathed in pale blue light. Her eye
The snowstorm in Prague grew heavier that morning, veiling the city in a hush of white that blanketed the chaos just beneath the surface. Inside the safehouse, Scarlett moved mechanically, packing gear she hadn’t touched in months compressed drives, encrypted keycards, an EMP disruptor, and a pistol she hoped she wouldn’t have to use.Sebastian leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching her with an unreadable expression.“You’re certain about this?” he asked.“No,” Scarlett said plainly, zipping the duffel. “But I have to go. If it’s really her, then she’s not just code or biology. She’s… she’s my responsibility.”Sebastian nodded slowly, then pushed away from the wall and walked toward her.“You won’t go alone,” he said.“I didn’t ask you to come,” Scarlett replied.He cupped her chin and gently lifted her gaze to his. “Doesn’t matter. You’re not facing this without me.”A fragile silence passed between them. It wasn’t just loyalty anymore it was the quiet recognition of a sh
The quiet didn’t last.For a few days, Scarlett allowed herself the illusion of peace. She went on walks with Sebastian through the Prague streets, bought fresh bread from corner markets, and felt the weight of the world lift molecule by molecule from her shoulders.But it never left completely.Not really.Every time she closed her eyes, she still saw Seraphina’s face.Every time she touched Sebastian’s hand, she remembered the blood on her own.It was remote. Arctic. Nothing but steel walls and silence. A digital hum pulsed through the air like a mechanical heartbeat.Inside, a figure stood before the glass watching something, someone.Her.Suspended in a vertical pod, wires embedded in what was left of the synthetic flesh, Seraphina’s eyes flickered. The glass fogged with her breathproof of something no one had ever planned for:She was evolving."98% neural recovery," the technician murmured. “This shouldn’t be happening. She was locked.”“She was learning,” the man in the shadows