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had even begun. ​"The Directorate told them that Earth was always a wasteland," Elena whispered, her bronze eyes softening. "They told them that the only thing that mattered was the 'Subscription-Grade' survival. They erased the music, Sophia. They erased the poetry." ​"Because a person who remembers beauty is a person who is hard to manage," Sophia replied, leaning against a pillar of obsidian-bark. "But now, the 'Audit' is open to everyone. We’ve had three thousand downloads of the 'Old-World-Literature' database in the last hour alone. The Ash-Born are learning how to be Human again."

"Naomi, where's your sense of decency? Who told you to touch my things?" I met his gaze calmly. His frown deepened. "What are you staring at? Go and take care of Rosy." In my hand, I still clutched the final letter he had written yesterday, in which he had even arranged for his burial with Vivian. I smiled and tore the letter into fragments in front of him. "Julian, I hope you find happiness with that dead woman and your daughter. I'll let you have your love, and I hope you finally meet her and stay with her."

When I shifted back into my human form, I was wrapped in the cloak Danny had given me. He didn't ask me if it hurt. Instead, he reached out to wipe the blood from my chin, his gaze dark and intense. "Is it over?" I looked down at the dying Trey in the snow and slowly exhaled a cloud of white air. "It's over between him and me. But not between me and the Gram pack." Danny stood silently for a moment, then suddenly placed the green diamond into my hand. "Then move forward. Winterbrook will be returned to you, and the Gram pack's land will be rebuilt. If you want, I'll be here to help you reclaim it all."

Eventually, my body went numb, and I had difficulty breathing. But I kept drinking, glass after glass. Empty bottles piled up in front of me like a small mountain. Lorenzo's expression grew darker, and the hand resting on his knee clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Finally, when I felt so sick to the point I couldn't breathe, my glass fell and shattered, and I had to stop. I crouched down, covering my mouth, and coughed violently. Blood seeped through my fingers, but still, I forced myself to reach for another glass.

Assets = people. Then, on the circled page, two lines. Jin Kwon — reacted to DECAY as a charge, not a rumor. Classified by Marcus on sight. Marcus asked: what lab. And under it: LUS narrates the dead freely. Goes silent only on the living. Torres. Jin. She underlines the last one. The room is colder after she writes it. Outside, the base keeps being alive. A door eases shut. VIBE murmurs. The gate holds in the dark.

If you're reading this, that means I wasn't able to hold out in the end to pay off your debts. "But if there's still a possibility, you can sell my organs instead. At least…I hope that it'll shave off a considerable amount from the debt." Dad stared at the final piece of paper and suddenly threw up a mouthful of blood. The red mist of his blood sprayed all over my tattered old coat. A short while later, several ambulances bearing the emblem of a private hospital arrived, and the paramedics rushed over. Dad seemed to be grasping at straws as he grabbed the medic in charge, Dr. Wesley Gordon, and yelled, "Quick! Give her the best medical treatment! Use the ECMO! Use the breathing machine!

"Avila... when hell's done with me, maybe I'll get to see you and the kids again." Then the fire consumed him.

"You take so long, but it's okay…" "It's worth it, Ria ..." "It was all paid off, even I'll be chained to death waiting for you ..." I stared at him and stroke his hair bad. He smiled like his usual perpetual scowl. Watching me in an alluring way, painful. His eyes were bloodshot as I saw how tears rolled down his cheeks. "It's only you…" "You're more than enough, Ria…" My lips irk there to smiled at him in an oozing way. I nod as we both were in tears reading Ambre's hand written. "After all, we are chained to dust…"

"My name is Sloane. I represent the 'Clean Slate Initiative.' We believe the Great Audit was a mistake a chaotic disruption of the global order." ​"The 'Order' was a lie built on stolen identities," I said, stepping out from behind the press. "The Audit gave people back their lives." ​"The Audit gave them a burden they aren't prepared for," Sloane replied, stepping closer. "Responsibility is a heavy weight, Aara. We’re here to lighten it. Give us the childhood journals. Give us the formula for the solvent, and you and Mr. Thorne can stay in your little stone cage forever."

[The Final Audit] The roar of the sedan’s engine was the sound of a heart tearing in two. Panni stood in the center of the Douro vineyard, her hand still outstretched toward the receding taillights, her fingers grasping at the dust and the fading heat of Jinyan’s presence. The silence that followed was more violent than the engine's scream. It was the silence of a woman who had just signed away her own life to ensure the survival of her child.