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Without words, without actions, but with one look alone. “This is bullshit!” Rocco seethes under his breath, yanking his arm free and stepping backward into the wall of towering, silent onlookers. My eyes scan them all once again. Only mere moments ago, the competing auras of the men in this room seemed so powerful, but compared with his, the man with the honey-colored eyes, they now pale into insignificance. Standing before him, I feel his power slip under my skin, rushing through me without my consent. I have his undivided attention, yet still, he says nothing. Not a word before his invasive gaze travels over me, leaving a burning trail in its wake. My heart pounds hard in my chest. My bre

My voice did not shake. The man tilted his head. He didn't have a face, just a shifting darkness where his features should be. "You can call me the Reader," he said. His voice sounded like paper rubbing together. "I am the one who pays for the ink. I am the one who decides if your story ends here or keeps going." Bryan stepped in front of me, his hand on his pistol. "He’s another code, Hazel. Don’t listen to him." The Reader laughed. It was a dry, thin sound. "A copy thinks he has a choice. How cute."

But I don't have much choice. "You're not here to have the mate bond separated, are you?" the Gaze Reader drawls, voice thick with an unintelligible accent. I swallow, but the lump in my throat goes nowhere. The Readers eyes are a foggy, purple colour, already feeling like they are drawing out my thoughts before the ritual has even started.

Wait for me to come back. My gaze shifted from the note to the table, where a sandwich and a glass of milk beckoned. Memories of Owain's earnest and affectionate eyes from the previous night flooded my thoughts. I sat down silently. After I finished my breakfast, I decided to find Owain. If I had known what was going to happen, I would have waited in the house for Owain to come back. Third Person POV

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸 LOL, HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE LITTLE APPETIZER. Okay, let's discuss important stuffs that will enable us understand the book better; Point of View: First person's point of view(FPP) is employed in the story, and it sticks to the traditional "mono first-person view" throughout with the epilogue being the only exception. Inline Thoughts and Notes:

He closed them and activated Spatial Perception again. He felt omniscient. A massive 3D map filled his mind, showing the gym, the neighboring rooms, the floors above and below. Everything within 16 meters—up, down, left, right—was fully revealed. The walls hadn't disappeared; they were faint, semi-transparent. The women in the sauna were similarly ghosted—their towels and bodies could fade at his will. With a thought, he could see through everything. This wasn't just X-ray vision. X-ray only saw in one direction—he now had 360-degree omnivision.

She picked up a blue marker. "What if..." she started. She drew a circle. "What if the room isn't just watching you?" Hope asked. "What if it's listening? What if it's... empathizing?" Ethan frowned. The coder brain engaged. "Empathizing?" "Omni tracks heart rate," Hope said. "It tracks temperature. It knows if a customer is calm or frantic." "Yes." "So," Hope said, her hand moving faster now, sketching a layout. "If Omni sees that a customer is stressed... high heart rate, fast movement... what does it do?"

I could feel the words being processed, translated into pixels and light on a screen somewhere far beyond this field. The Eye blinked. The clouds around it swirled, forming into the shape of a colossal, transparent hand that descended toward the ground. It didn't try to crush me. It hovered, palm up, waiting. "It wants a conclusion," the Reader said, appearing at my side. Their form was fading now, becoming a sketch of pencil lines. "The Archive was a prison. This field is a sanctuary. But the Audience... they want an ending. They want to know if the tragedy was worth the price of the ticket."

“Hear me out first.” When Soyet merely pursed his lips, Laura rubbed her forefinger and thumb, trying to compose her thoughts as fast as she could. “I remember you saying you’re an omniscient existence. By definition, it reflects a being who knows everything, so it follows that you—” “Get to the point,” he snapped, making her wince.