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Morning came reluctantly.Not with sunlight, but with the pale grey suggestion of it—thin and uncertain, slipping through gaps in concrete and steel. Aiden woke to the sound of distant trains and the ache that settled deep in his bones when adrenaline finally let go.For a moment, he didn’t remember where he was.Then the bond stirred.Dante.Warm. Close. Awake.Aiden turned his head. Dante sat a short distance away, back against the pillar, eyes open and alert. He hadn’t slept much—Aiden could feel that through the bond, the low-grade tension that never fully released.“You’ve been awake,” Aiden murmured.Dante glanced at him.“Yeah,” he said. “Didn’t feel right to shut down.”Aiden pushed himself upright slowly.“Because of Julian,” he guessed.Dante snorted softly.“Because of you.”Aiden paused.“That’s not reassuring.”Dante’s mouth twitched.“Wasn’t meant to be.”The bond pulsed—not defensive, not offended. Just honest.They packed quickly, moving before the city fully woke. Mar

They learned quickly that staying didn’t mean resting.The first sign wasn’t a drone or a hunter—it was people. Not crowds, not confrontations, just small, subtle shifts. A man lingering too long at a crosswalk. A woman checking her wrist device twice before turning down the same street they’d just exited. Patterns that didn’t mean anything on their own, but together whispered one word into Aiden’s bones.Observed.They’d chosen a mid-density district near the river, old warehouses folded into new living spaces, foot traffic constant enough to blur edges. The kind of place where anonymity survived by volume. It was the closest thing they’d get to neutral ground.For now.Aiden stood at the cracked window of the loft they’d claimed, watching the city rearrange itself below. His reflection stared back faintly in the glass—eyes sharper than he remembered, posture too alert for someone who hadn’t slept properly in days.Behind him, Dante moved quietly through the space, checking seals, re

The first mistake was thinking visibility announced itself.It didn’t.It slipped in quietly, wearing the shape of coincidence.Aiden noticed it in fragments at first—too many familiar faces on streets that should have been random, glances held a second too long, conversations that stalled when he passed. The city hadn’t turned hostile. Not yet. But it had started recognizing him, and recognition was the most dangerous phase of attention.He stood near the loft window, watching dusk fold itself over the river. Neon lights flickered on below, reflecting against dark water like fractured stars.“They’re talking,” he said quietly.Dante looked up from where he was sealing a blind patch along the far wall.“About us?”“About something,” Aiden replied. “But we’re the constant.”The bond pulsed—unease threaded with certainty.Dante joined him at the window.“Talk doesn’t matter,” Dante said. “Not until it turns directional.”Aiden exhaled slowly.“It already has.”That night, the message ar

They didn’t announce it.That was the first choice.No countdown. No dramatic reveal. No promise of salvation or rebellion. Aiden insisted on simplicity—not because it was safer, but because it was harder to distort.The message went out just after midday, threaded through channels that weren’t meant to carry authority. Community boards. Independent networks. Dead spaces where people spoke to be heard, not followed.A single statement.We are not leaders. We are witnesses. We will speak once.Dante watched the metrics climb from the corner of the loft, jaw set, body tense as though bracing for impact.“It’s already spreading,” he said.Aiden nodded, eyes fixed on the city below.“Good.”The bond pulsed—anticipation edged with fear.They waited.The speaking itself was brief. No faces. No names. Just voices—unaltered, steady, unmistakably human.Aiden spoke first.“We don’t fix systems,” he said calmly. “We name where they break. If you’re listening for rescue, this isn’t it.”The paus

Silence didn’t mean absence.It meant accumulation.Aiden felt it everywhere now—in the way people paused before speaking near him, in the careful neutrality of public channels, in the sudden gaps where conversation used to flow freely. Silence was no longer empty. It was charged.They’d rotated again, this time to the edge of the city where industrial zones bled into forgotten housing projects. Fewer eyes. Fewer stories. But even here, the quiet followed them.Dante noticed it too.“They’re waiting,” he said as they settled into the new space. “Not watching. Waiting.”Aiden nodded.“That’s worse.”The bond pulsed—tight, alert.They’d stopped speaking publicly as planned. No statements. No clarifications. No responses to distortion. The signal had been sent; now they were letting it drift.The problem was that the drift created a vacuum.And vacuums begged to be filled.Elia’s updates had slowed, becoming less frequent, more carefully worded. That alone told Aiden something had shifte