Hailey’s POVThe darkness did not feel empty.It felt aware.That was the first thing I noticed when the power died. Not silence. Not fear. Awareness. Like the entire structure had stopped breathing just to listen.“Dylan,” I said, but my voice came out lower than I intended.“I’m here,” he answered immediately, somewhere just ahead of me.I moved toward the sound without thinking. My hands found his chest, solid and warm in the dark, and the contact steadied the rising panic clawing at me. He did not pull away. His hands came up to my arms, grounding me, holding me there as if we both needed the confirmation that the other was still real.Behind us, Grant muttered, “I officially hate everything about this.”Then the voice returned.Not from the walls.Not from the speakers.Inside.“Connection acknowledged. Expanding interface.”I gasped, the sensation sharper this time. It was like standing too close to a memory that did not belong to me. Images flickered at the edges of my thoughts
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