MasukI had four names in front of me, and the system expected me to decide which one mattered most.Kael Draven. Lucien Vale. Darius Kane. Zane Mercer.The warning remained suspended in my vision, each line bright enough to make the others seem insignificant.[UNSELECTED PARTICIPANTS MAY NOT SURVIVE THE EVENT.]My stomach tightened.The system had called this a priority rescue authorization, as though choosing who deserved help first were an ordinary administrative task. It had reduced four living men to entries on a screen and handed me responsibility for whatever happened next.I tried to dismiss the interface again.Nothing changed.“Odette.” Kael stepped closer. “Tell me what you're seeing.”I hesitated.The recording had exposed my real name. My memories were unreliable, and Aurelia's strange recollections suggested that the system could reach into people's minds without their understanding. Now this new mission wanted me to make a decision before I even knew what danger was coming.“
The recording had said my true name.Not Odette Turner. Cameron Reed.For several seconds, I couldn’t hear anything except the pounding of my heart. The laboratory lights flickered overhead, and the old console continued to hum, indifferent to the fact that my entire understanding of this world had just cracked open.Kael was the first to speak.“Cameron Reed,” he repeated slowly. “Who is that?”I had prepared for questions about my predictions. I had prepared for suspicion about my storage ability, my knowledge of the infected, and the death record that claimed I had never been alive.I had not prepared to hear my former name spoken aloud by a man who had just kissed me.“It’s me,” I said.Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “That answer raises more questions than it settles.”“I know.”“Then start explaining.”Kael lifted a hand before Lucien could continue. His attention remained on me, sharp but not hostile.“You don’t have to tell us everything at once,” he said. “But we need to know whether
Zane’s eyes stared back at us from a photograph taken years before I had ever met him.Four boys stood beneath laboratory lights, their faces too still for children. The label beneath the image read: LANTERN COHORT 04 — FOUR SUBJECTS. OUTCOME: SEALED.Lucien leaned closer to the screen. “I’ve never seen this picture.”“Do you remember the room?” Kael asked him.“No.” Lucien’s voice had lost its usual ease. “I remember pieces. White walls. Questions. A door that wouldn’t open. But not this.”I wanted to ask whether he remembered the other boys, but the answer was already written in his expression. Whatever had happened here, someone had made sure the records couldn’t lead him back to it.A burst of static crackled from Kael’s radio.“—anyone—” Darius’s voice broke through. “We’re in the lower lab. Mercer’s with me. Aurelia too. We found a door that locked behind us.”Kael grabbed the radio. “Give us your location.”A series of knocks followed, then Darius’s voice again. “Can’t get a cl
The code pulled me toward a narrow passage beneath the eastern loading yard.Kael kept pace beside me, one hand on his weapon and the other holding the radio. Every few steps, he tried Lucien’s channel. Each time, static swallowed his call.“You’re certain this is the route?” he asked.“No. I’m certain the signal pointed here.”“That’s not the same thing.”“I know.”He nodded toward the next junction. “Then we keep checking.”The passage sloped down to a reinforced door with a keypad and a faded symbol: a circle crossed by three short lines. The same mark Kael had found beside the hatch.“The classified symbol,” I whispered.“And a door somebody wanted hidden.” Kael tested the lock. The keypad was dead, but a service panel hung loose beside it. The wiring had been cut, not burned out.“Someone disabled it from this side,” he said.“Or wanted people to think the door was unusable.”He glanced at me. “You’re getting good at assuming the worst.”“I’m trying to stay alive.”We found a man
“This mark was classified.”Kael’s words hung between us as three knocks echoed beneath the ground. After a pause, three more followed.I looked from the symbol scratched into the concrete to the old military record in his hand. “What was it marking?”“I don’t know. It appeared in a restricted section of my unit’s report. Every reference to it was removed from the version released after the inquiry.”“Then why do you still have the original?”“Because I kept it.”A tremor shuddered through the service yard. Dust spilled from the hatch we had climbed through, and metal scraped somewhere below us.Kael folded the record and returned it to his pocket. “We need another entrance before this section comes down.”“And the others?”“We find them.” He tried Lucien, then Darius and Zane on the radio. Static answered every call.I gripped my weakening flashlight. We had limited water and no way to know whether the others had escaped the collapse. Searching every passage would waste time. Rushing
Three knocks echoed through the walls.A pause.Then three more.Kael raised one hand, ordering us to stay quiet. The damaged recorder sat dead on the desk, its last words still lodged in my head.Odette Turner is a deviation.Another tremor passed beneath our feet.Dust drifted from the ceiling. Somewhere down the corridor, metal groaned.“We need to move,” Kael said. “Now.”Lucien grabbed the copied files from the terminal. Darius secured his medical bag, while Aurelia backed away from the desk, her face pale. Zane was already watching the corridor.“Western passage?” Aurelia asked.“No,” I said. “The warning on the map said structural damage.”“Then the eastern service route,” Lucien replied. “We check the entrance before committing.”Kael nodded. “Stay together. Nobody runs ahead.”We made it out of the security office and into the corridor. The knocking continued somewhere below us, too steady to be random. With each repetition, I felt a growing certainty that the infected were r







