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She wrapped her arms around her stomach, leaning against the polished marble of the kitchen island. "They weren't acting like mobs," Kara said, her voice tight and trembling. She looked up, her bloodshot eyes locking onto Ren. "Ren, when you used the thermal-override on the third floor... I sliced the visual feed. The thermal silhouettes didn't match the Scourge anatomy models. They didn't have the extra limbs or the chitin spikes. They looked completely humanoid. They were huddled together in a closet."

N Protocol - Subject 07" Her hands trembled as she opened it. A series of medical reports filled the screen growth charts, DNA enhancements, emotional suppression records. And the she saw it. Subject Name: Aurora Collins Status: Contained - Relocation initiated Located: Facilty Delta - Sector 9 Jessica covered her mouth, tears flooding her eyes. Aurora. That was her baby's name. The one she'd whispered before the world burned. Behind her, the faintest creak of floorboards broke the silence. She spun, weapon drawn but her breath hitched when she saw the figure emerging from the shadows.

No orders — just motion. “Where did you find that tag?” Evelyn asked. Rhea sat beside her, the firelight flickering across her scarred cheek. “I didn’t,” she said. “You did. That’s why we came.” Evelyn frowned. “What are you talking about?” “You screamed. Three days ago, from somewhere near Hollowmere. Like your bones remembered something your mind doesn’t. That kind of scream carries.” She looked over at Evelyn, steady and unblinking. “We’ve been tracking the ones they called ‘control-class.’ You were E-113. S-019 was the one they couldn’t contain.”

CHAPTER 48 *WARNING – THE FOLLOWING CHAPTERS HAVE SOME VIOLENT AND SENSITIVE CONTENT AND IS NOT SUITABLE FOR SENSITIVE, AND UNDER THE AGE OF 18 YEARS READERS. READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED. BELLA As I opened my eyes, I looked straight into a pair of beautiful blue, scared looking eyes. They belonged to a girl around fifteen or sixteen. “ Kaiya, come quick! She’s awake!” I heard her call out. Within seconds, another girl about the same age stood before me. I looked around the room we were in, and it was just empty space except for a bucket near the door. There was no furniture or anything. The girl who sat on the floor and was leaning towards me had a bowl of water on her lap and damp cloth i

What did that even mean? “I have no idea what you're getting at,”she said to the young girl.”What are you speaking of?” “She has lived in the shadows for a long time,watching and waiting for you.” “You’re not making any sense,”Beth replied,agitation rising in her voice. “Have you not felt her Beth?Here in your home?She watches you,growing stronger every day,she wants your life and she will end it when she’s ready.” Now Beth was getting mad.Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying?

Sasha walked to the end of the corridor and stopped before an empty tank. “And here?” “The cell of the rejected model. The only one that tried to escape before full stabilization. It left three scientists in comas. It is contained in a sealed chamber beneath the laboratory. But… if you want, I can take you there.” Sasha crossed his arms. Jaw clenched. The smell of old blood still hung in the air. “Not now. Before that, I want the files. Everything. Project details, activation codes, obedience protocols, documented failures.” “Yes, sir.”

Meanwhile, in Lyla’s house, Jace went to the basement to grab a box of blankets. He stopped mid-step. The old door at the far end—the one they never used—was wide open. Inside was a room they never opened. He flipped the switch. Lights flickered on. And in the center of the room was a metal chair… restraints still attached. A file rested on the nearby desk. Subject 037-L: Observation Notes. Monitored 2004–2008. And a name: Bailey Kensington. At dawn, it felt like a different kind of morning,

The whole lab seemed to quake with the weight of the assault. Yuri, Devin, and Naelle converged on their position from different wings. “We got the backup drives,” Naelle called. “Extraction point is three floors up!” But then—a screech. Not human. Mechanical. Something primal. A hulking figure burst from the far corridor—twisted metal, glowing eyes, stitched skin stretched across an artificial exoskeleton. Soo-ah’s eyes widened. “What the hell is that?” Devin grunted. “Project Nacht.”

“Trying to control something that doesn’t want to be controlled.” Adrian stared at him for a long moment. “That makes two of you.” That night, Evelyn couldn’t sleep. The mark pulsed too steadily, like a metronome counting toward something inevitable. She opened the folder again, tracing the name R. Draven with her finger. Below it, a half-faded note: Subject exhibited secondary resonance. Suggest containment before phase two. Her phone buzzed. Unknown Number: Containment failed before. It will again. Her fingers tightened. Who are you? she typed.