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BLUR

Penulis: Laney L. R.
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-10-27 02:08:19

Zach

I used to think ghosts were made of blood.

Now I know they’re made of code.

The human kind leaves stains; the digital kind leaves echoes.

And the worst part?

They don’t fade. They adapt.

⸻

Gia said the signal was dormant, but I could still feel it — a pulse through the walls, through the hum of every circuit in the estate. A presence watching us from the quiet.

Alana didn’t sleep after she found the recordings. I could tell by the way her eyes moved — slow, calculating, exhausted but alive. She hadn’t said everything she saw, and I didn’t press. Some ghosts, you had to face alone before you could name them.

But the look in her eyes told me enough.

She wasn’t afraid anymore.

And that scared me more than fear ever could.

⸻

The next morning, I met Gia in the basement lab. She was surrounded by screens, the glow throwing her face into sharp relief.

“You wanted the rest of the archive files,” she said without looking up. “You might regret that.”

“I regret everything already,” I said.
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  • Whispers of Loyalty   AWAKE

    AlanaPower isn’t always loud.Sometimes it’s the quiet after the storm — the stillness where everyone waits to see what you’ll do next.That’s what the estate felt like now.Waiting. Watching.But I wasn’t the one holding my breath anymore.⸻For three days, Gia and I lived in the server room.No sunlight, no rest — just the hum of machines and the steady pulse of a system that refused to die.Zach wanted to destroy what was left of Vittore_Core. I understood why. But I couldn’t bring myself to. Not yet. Because for the first time, I wasn’t afraid of it.Roman had built this thing to control me — to turn blood into obedience and will into programming. But what he hadn’t accounted for was this:You can’t trap something that knows how to evolve.If the system was alive, then I could teach it who its master was.⸻Gia leaned against the console, arms crossed, watching the code ripple across the screen. “You know this is dangerous.”“Everything worth keeping is,” I said.She shook her he

  • Whispers of Loyalty   BLUR

    ZachI used to think ghosts were made of blood.Now I know they’re made of code.The human kind leaves stains; the digital kind leaves echoes.And the worst part?They don’t fade. They adapt.⸻Gia said the signal was dormant, but I could still feel it — a pulse through the walls, through the hum of every circuit in the estate. A presence watching us from the quiet.Alana didn’t sleep after she found the recordings. I could tell by the way her eyes moved — slow, calculating, exhausted but alive. She hadn’t said everything she saw, and I didn’t press. Some ghosts, you had to face alone before you could name them.But the look in her eyes told me enough.She wasn’t afraid anymore.And that scared me more than fear ever could.⸻The next morning, I met Gia in the basement lab. She was surrounded by screens, the glow throwing her face into sharp relief.“You wanted the rest of the archive files,” she said without looking up. “You might regret that.”“I regret everything already,” I said.

  • Whispers of Loyalty   CORE

    AlanaBy the second sunrise, I’d stopped pretending this was temporary.The war wasn’t coming back — it had never left. It had just changed form.Now it lived in the wires, in the shadows, in the silences between our breaths.⸻Gia’s lab was buried in the lower wing, but even here, I could feel the estate shifting — security teams double-patrolling, comms silent, guards whispering like the walls could listen. Maybe they could.The monitors still flickered faintly from last night’s attack, faint traces of the code that refused to die. Every time Gia thought she’d erased it, it reappeared in some different corner of the system — smaller, quieter, but still there.“It’s not a virus,” she muttered, eyes narrowed at the screen. “It’s self-replicating memory. Adaptive.”“Adaptive how?” I asked.“It doesn’t just rebuild what was lost — it learns from what destroyed it. Every time we burn it down, it grows harder to kill.”“So Roman didn’t build a system.” My voice was quiet. “He built a lega

  • Whispers of Loyalty   OUTSIDE

    ZachThe estate was too quiet again.The kind of quiet that didn’t mean peace — it meant waiting. Listening.I knew that sound too well. It was the same silence I’d grown up in: the pause between a slammed door and the first hit, the breath before chaos.Now, it just lived inside me.⸻I walked the perimeter before dawn, boots crunching against gravel, every guard snapping to attention as I passed. Routine inspections were supposed to reassure the men — a show of strength. But the truth was, I wasn’t inspecting them. I was measuring how long it would take one of them to turn.Because someone already had.The ghost signal Alana traced hadn’t left my mind. She’d been right — it was too clean, too deliberate to be a mistake.Someone in this house wanted us to look outward while they built a fire under our feet.⸻By the time I reached the south wing, the first light of morning was cutting through the trees. I found Niko waiting there, leaning against a pillar with a cigarette between his

  • Whispers of Loyalty   FIGURE

    AlanaThe city didn’t sleep after the fire — it adapted.From my office window, I could see the skyline pulsing with restless light. Towers flickered, traffic wound through the streets like veins, and somewhere in that sprawl was the ghost of everything we’d burned down to build this.Zach said victory felt like silence. I understood that now. The kind that hums in your bones, waiting to see what you’ll fill it with.I wasn’t the girl who used to stand at windows and wonder if the walls would keep me safe. I was the one deciding which walls stayed standing.And I was done waiting for permission to lead.⸻The first council meeting after the restructuring was brutal.Every seat was filled — lieutenants, family heads, external brokers, and a handful of men who still wore loyalty like a temporary badge. The air reeked of expensive cigars and tension.I took the head of the table again. This time, there was no question who belonged there.“Let’s begin,” I said.The noise dimmed immediatel

  • Whispers of Loyalty   EMBER

    Zach The fire at the Veronin estate burned for three days.By the time the last embers died, there wasn’t much left — just blackened stone and a hollow where something monstrous used to live. It should have felt like triumph. But standing there, staring at the ashes of everything that made me who I was, I realized victory and loss can feel the same when the ghosts are yours.Roman was gone — at least in the way a virus dies when you burn the system that fed it. But I knew better than to call it over. People like him didn’t end; they lingered in the edges of your memory, waiting to be remembered.And I remembered him.Every word. Every warning.You carry it in your veins.⸻Back at the estate, the air was thick with the aftertaste of survival. The guards were on edge. The capos waited for orders that hadn’t been given yet. Gia barely left the command room, running diagnostics on every remaining system.And Alana — she moved like fire contained, steady but dangerous, her energy filling

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