ログインNadia's POVNobody moved. The red recording light stayed on, small and quiet and watching, and the warehouse suddenly felt too large, too open, too empty around me. I sat in the chair with my hands restrained and my feet fixed — not tightly, but enough, enough that standing wasn't a possibility I could reach for.I looked at Kane. He stood several steps away with his phone in hand and his expression unchanged, like this wasn't strange, like this wasn't happening. Lev moved once to adjust the camera, then stepped aside, and nobody explained anything, nobody counted down, and the silence stretched until it felt like something physical.Then Kane looked at me and said quietly, "Ready?"Ready? I almost laughed. Instead I nodded, small and wrong but enough, and his eyes stayed on me for a second before he turned and looked directly into the camera."This is your proof." His voice stayed calm and controlled, and he stepped slightly aside so the camera could see me fully. I swallowed, and su
I didn't sleep. I tried, and I supposed that counted for something, but I lay there closing my eyes and opening them and closing them again until I stopped trying altogether and just stared at the ceiling while the room slowly got brighter around me.Morning. Normal, quiet, offensive morning. Because how was the sun allowed to rise on a day people had planned to pretend I died?I sat up slowly and for a few seconds I forgot, the way you do in those first moments before everything catches up, and then I remembered, and my stomach tightened immediately. Wonderful.A knock came, soft, and I looked at the door. "Come in."House staff entered with breakfast and tea, smiling politely, asking if I'd slept well. I almost laughed. I said yes. She left and I didn't touch the tray, just sat there staring at it and then at the clock, my hands folded too tightly in my lap.Ten minutes later, another knock. Lev this time, standing outside with his expression exactly as normal as it always was, whic
For several seconds I just stared at him, waiting, because surely — surely — there was more to it than that. His expression stayed exactly the same. No smile, no reaction, no sign that he had just said something completely unreasonable to another human being.I pointed at myself. "...me?"Kane stayed quiet."Sorry," I said, swallowing, "can you say that again?""Tomorrow," he said, "we make somebody believe you died."I looked at him, then at Lev, then back again. Neither of them looked confused or shocked, like this was something people discussed every single day over breakfast and it meant nothing. I stared at both of them for a moment and then said quietly, "No."Nobody moved."No," I said again, my voice smaller this time, "you're joking.""No," Kane said.Something uncomfortable settled deep in my chest. I looked away, then back, still waiting for someone to explain, still expecting the part where this made sense. Nobody offered it. And then it shifted — I didn't feel confused an
Nadia's POVNobody spoke. Lev stood near the doorway, and the man behind him looked terrified. Kane remained inside the study, his eyes staying on me for several seconds — not surprised, not annoyed, just like he had expected this outcome from the moment he walked out of my room."I wasn't trying to listen," I said quietly.Nobody reacted. Wonderful.Lev glanced at Kane, and Kane looked at me. "Come inside."That was unexpected. I walked in slowly, and the room felt colder than before. The man standing beside Lev was visibly nervous, his eyes moving toward me once before darting immediately away. Kane noticed, of course he noticed."Look at her," he said quietly.The man froze, then slowly looked up."Do you know her?"He shook his head immediately. "No.""Have you seen her before.""No."Silence settled, and then Kane asked, "Then why did somebody ask about her?"The man's face lost color and he looked down. Nobody moved. "I don't know," he said quietly.Kane looked at Lev, who reach
Kane looked at the phone for several more seconds before handing it back, his expression unchanged. If I hadn't been paying attention I would've thought the messages meant nothing, but I was paying attention, and his eyes moved once toward the window, then toward the door, then around the room like he wasn't seeing furniture at all, like he was calculating something the rest of us couldn't see."Did you touch anything?""What?""The window."I looked toward it, then shook my head. "Just the curtain."He nodded once. "The door.""I didn't open it.""Anyone enter?""No."He stayed quiet for a moment, then asked, "The messages, did they continue?"I unlocked my phone and handed it over. Nothing — no unknown number, no messages, no notifications, just empty. I stared at the screen, my chest tightening. "No." I took the phone back and opened messages anyway, as if looking twice might change something. Still nothing."It was here," I said, looking up.Kane looked at the screen once, then qu
Kane's POVNobody moved immediately after Lev spoke, and the room stayed quiet for several seconds — too quiet. Lev near the door, Nadia beside the bed, Kane where he was. His expression didn't change, but his attention did, and the room felt smaller suddenly, not because of the people in it but because of the possibilities.Lev looked at him. "The signal ended thirty seconds ago."Kane looked toward the laptop. "Internal?""Inside the perimeter, not outside."Nadia looked between them, her voice careful. "What does that mean?"Neither answered. Kane looked at Lev. "Show me."Lev pulled up his phone — security logs, movement records, timestamps. Kane looked through them, and one section was highlighted. His eyes stayed there. "When.""Twenty-three minutes ago."Kane looked at the laptop. Twenty-three minutes, the interview, the hospital question, the library, the gunshots — all of it sitting too close together to be coincidence."Where."Lev's answer came quietly. "East Wing."Nadia's







