The Alpha's Forbidden Heir
"Shut up, Lucien! Your cold, analytical detachment is exactly why we ended up here in the first place. Kael, answer me. Is there anything left in the terminal, any residual code from before they initiated the purge?"
Kael exhaled, a ragged sound that echoed through the cramped space. "The code is corrupted, Arthur. It’s not just data anymore; it’s a living, breathing history of every soul they’ve funneled through this district. When I interface, I don't see numbers. I see memories. I see them losing their names. I see them becoming... metrics."