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By the time they reached the small café on the edge of town, the adrenaline had faded into a steady sense of purpose. They chose a booth tucked into a corner, its windows facing a sleepy street where most people moved on with their days as if nothing had ever happened at Daxton.Sonia pulled the laptop from her battered satchel and set it between them. “We need to move fast,” she said, her voice firm even though a trace of weariness hung in her eyes. “There are still students trapped back there, some who don’t even realize what they’re part of.”Eric nodded, leaning closer, his knee brushing hers under the table. “And faculty who probably have no clue how deep the Cartel really goes,” he added. “If we leak all of this to the authorities, there’ll be an investigation. But that’s not enough. They’ll need more than proof they’ll need people on the inside.”“You mean like Alex,” she said, glancing at him. “Or Isla. Or anyone who ever gave a damn about something other than following orders

The city was waking up by the time they reached the old sports center an abandoned gym tucked into a pocket of downtown where Sonia had once trained before Daxton consumed her life. Graffiti sprawled across the cracked walls outside, a sharp contrast to the memories that pulled at her chest as they stepped inside.The place smelled like dust and aged wood, shafts of morning light slicing through broken windows onto warped floors. It was safe, or as safe as they could manage right now.Eric broke the quiet first. “You sure they’ll come?”Sonia nodded without hesitation. “Alex never liked playing by Daxton’s rules. And Isla? Once she hears what we found, she’ll have more questions than we can answer. They’ll come.”He studied her face, then glanced at the files tucked under his arm. “And after that?”Her gaze was steady. “After that, we go public. Every file. Every name. Even if it burns everything they built, we don’t stop.”He exhaled slowly. “And you’re okay if it burns us too?”She

Night had already blanketed the city by the time Sonia and Eric reached Daxton’s gates.The familiar archway loomed against a dark sky, its iron lettering glinting under the harsh glow of the security lights. Every brick, every window held a memory and a weight that pressed against Sonia’s ribs.“You okay?” Eric asked as they slipped through a side entrance. His voice was a low murmur, gentle and careful.Sonia paused, feeling her hands trembling just a little as she took in the empty grounds. “I thought I was ready,” she admitted, forcing a breath past the knot in her throat. “But coming back here it feels like stepping into a ghost.”He stepped closer, close enough that she could feel the warmth of him in the chilly air. “That’s because we’re not who we were before,” he said. “And that’s okay. It’s what you do next that matters.”Her lips quirked in a tired smile. “Always have an answer, don’t you?”“Trying,” he replied softly.They moved together across the quad, staying close to t

By sunrise, the world had already changed.News outlets ran headlines in every language: “DAXTON EXPOSED”, “UNDERGROUND EXPERIMENTS ON STUDENTS”, “VALE SIBLINGS UNVEIL CARTEL COVER-UP”.Footage from the broadcast circulated fast not just on TV, but across forums, comment sections, even classrooms. Teenagers reposted the speech with captions like “For every kid who was ever silenced.”But with the truth came the consequences.The motel parking lot was crawling with reporters by midmorning. Police cruisers patrolled nearby, trying to control the chaos. Protestors gathered near city hall. Sonia spotted a group of students—Daxton uniforms still half-burned holding up signs that read: “I WAS A TEST SUBJECT” and “I AM NOT YOUR EXPERIMENT.”Sonia stood in the window of their borrowed room, the curtain drawn back just enough for her to see the crowd but stay hidden.She turned as Silas stepped in, hair damp from the shower, a fresh bruise blooming on his jaw from a scuffle two days before.“T

Sonia woke to soft light spilling across her face. For a moment, she didn’t know where she was. The sterile ceilings of Daxton, the damp underground tunnels they all flickered through her mind before fading into this: a small guestroom in the safe house, sunlight streaming through the thin curtains.She turned her head and found Eric beside her, still asleep, hair tousled, one arm draped over her waist. His breathing was deep, peaceful in a way she hadn’t seen since before all the running.She watched him for a while, memorizing the way his lashes fanned out, the small scar at the corner of his lip, the crease in his brow that seemed to stay even in sleep.A memory flashed: the first time she saw him in the library, fencing helmet tucked under his arm, eyes sharp but curious. She’d been Silas then or at least trying to be. And now, here they were, stripped of everything but each other.His eyes fluttered open slowly, and he blinked at her, dazed. Then he smiled that small, lopsided s