Last Cyberpsycho Location Novels & Stories

As if he wasn't sure I was completely Sophia anymore. And maybe he was right. I could sense it in my chest—like static coursing through my lungs. Like the serum inside me wasn't just existing. It was evolving. I need to go underground," I said, standing out over the closed subway tunnel under the Carter Zurich office. "Why?" Alex asked. "Because if this is going under the way I think it's going under. it started here." Elara had marked a Carter Foundation location as 'Core Zero.' It had been wiped from all the official records, but the location had matched up with this one. The Zurich foundation. The initial "clinical study" on neurological enhancement.

“Nope. He asked me to be patient.” She nodded, but her eyes lingered on me longer than usual. . . . That evening, Damon called me into his study. A file lay open on his desk — photos, notes, timestamps. “Rob’s last known location was Bushwick.” he said. “Used his card at a shady bar there. After that, nothing.” “Shady bar?” I asked. “Why would he go there?” Damon shrugged. “Maybe he was meeting someone. You know, having some fun. That place is known for its wild parties. Precisely secret sex parties,” he said with that dramatic effect.

Lys adjusted the strap of the light vest under her jacket and checked the map Aria had thrown up on her HUD. A four‑block slice of city glowed in muted colors. Warehouse. Alley network. Three bars that laundered money under the guise of cheap drinks and bad music. “Echo’s last confirmed ping was here,” Aria said, highlighting a narrow back alley behind a shuttered pawnshop. *She’s been dodging taps and going dark. Smart kid. Unfortunately, the people chasing her know the same alleys she does.* Lys stood at the mouth of the alley now, the reek of old fry oil and damp garbage mixing with the metallic tang of coming rain.

A voice calling me 'Seven. I gripped the edge of the nightstand, my breathing shallow. These fragments were coming more often now. Ever since the fever, the walls in my mind were thinning. I reached for the laptop I had hidden beneath the bed—the true Abyss terminal. I didn't turn on the lights. I didn't need them. I logged in, my fingers moving with a muscle memory that felt like a foreign language. **[FoxDragon]:** *Trace the board members’ private comms. Someone hired the 'Aggressors' for the restaurant hit. I want their heads.*

Lucia set down her laptop, hesitated, then said, “You should know… I kept scanning the old frequencies. The ones tied to his codes.” Elena looked up sharply. “And?” Lucia bit her lip. “Most are quiet. But one—just one—pinged last night.” Elena’s pulse quickened. “Where?” “Far east. Somewhere in the Caucasus. Could be residual, could be nothing.” Elena smiled sadly. “Or could be him.” Lucia sighed. “You’ll never stop hoping, will you?” “No,” Elena said simply. “Because hope’s the only thing they never managed to program out of us.”

He was online and somehow knew I was too. “The CCTV picture is in a coastal area. Can you get there?” I suppose I came here looking for information for Father and haven’t moved on as I didn’t know where he was…this new lead should be the reason I move on now. “Soon…” I reply, after rubbing at my eyes. I only had a small window to type in, not the space for an entire essay of what really has been going on. “Where are you?” I type out that I am at the Dark Phantom pack but something prevents me from pressing send. I can see he is typing again on the live chat window, but stops.

"That is what I’m trying to figure out. At first, I found nothing. Then I overheard from an agent how police records were being altered. That is when I dug deeper and found Layson had been visiting the jail where the criminals were kept a lot . What stuck to me is there was no connection between Layson and these people until a few months ago. But then, four months ago, he started getting calls multiple times a day from an unknown number. I hacked into his files and found recordings of his conversations with them." I exhaled slowly. "Layson transferred to the Chicago branch four months ago the same time these calls started.” "And there is another thing" Cyber said "He has not shown up to work

The calm guy said. I was still in my previous position. Didn’t move a muscle. I wonder what they are going to do next. The bars open, I could tell from the sound. My eyes were closed but I could still sense two shadows standing in front of me. “I can’t believe we caught him alive. I heard a lot about this guy before and he is a fucking psycho.” The calm guy said and the other one sounded even panic. “Hurry! I don’t want to end up like Eric! It could be that he was awake by now.”

The rest of my pack pulls up in their cars. I exit the passenger side and look around me. I focus on the space between the trees for movement or sounds, but nothing can be seen or heard. I look back at my screen. The small triangle icon beeps over and over. "This doesn't make any sense," I say into the still air. "It says she's right here." Everybody has stepped out of their cars now and are looking around for any sign of the girls. My eyes move downward toward the ground, where the screen is incorrectly telling me the location of Rachel. As I'm about to look away a small gleam catches my eye. I squat and push the dirt away with the tips of my fingers and grab the object.

My heart is beating fast like it will explode inside my chest anytime. I can't let him know that I have seen what he was hiding. I can't believe what I have seen. Is he even human! After seeing this room I am sure that he is not normal and I have to escape from here anyhow. He is a complete psycho. He has issues inside his head. " Aren't you here, Jaan? He again asked and I can hear his slow footsteps. I have to escape from this room as soon as possible. If he caught me here then I am done for sure. He will punish me for not obeying him. It was a strict order from him to not see this room and I have violated his order.