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Chaewon echoed. “She doesn’t feel fear. Or pain. Or guilt.” Jian looked at her. “And she’s trained to replace you.” Chaewon whispered, “They made a better version of me.” Jian turned to her, fiercely. “No. They made a weapon.” Han added, “And she’s already been activated.” 10:15 am, the next day, a safehouse bunker beneath Mount Fuji They watched from a control room as satellite feeds traced a figure cutting through security checkpoints across East Asia. Every camera glitching, every voice encrypted.

Sophie said, “Dad, don’t tell the people in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department about this matter first. I have some doubts about their abilities. Furthermore, it is very likely that they would leak such information out. So, I want you to send some of our own men to Kyoto to pick me and my brother up first.” Sheldon immediately replied, “Okay!” Sophie said again. “By the way, Dad! The person who kidnapped us is Matsumoto Yoshito from Tokyo! He wanted to kill both of us before pinning the blame of our murder on Ito Yahiko. This was the reason why he brought us to Kyoto!” “What?!” Sheldon’s tone suddenly became very somber as he said, “It’s him?!”

The general's voice drinking wine from the glass in one of his hands "Looks like there is no turning back for all of us. Surely the Creator predestined us who are here to get to know each other to reveal a little secret of this world. Alright I have decided" Said the General who had made everyone in this room impatient to listen to the General's intentions. "I'm going to set up an organization called 'S.C.P' which is the Subject Content Predator" The General said emphatically. "Subject Content Predator" Said Yusuke, Kojima, Keiko and Sgt. Ah Cun softly with shocked faces.

she began carefully, “if I may ask—” “You may not.” He cut her off, not even looking at her as he took his daughter's hand and started walking away from the glass. The woman’s lips pressed together, her head bowing immediately. “Understood, sir.” Quickly, she caught up, hurrying behind them. Detroit said, not looking back, “continue observation on Subject Eight. Begin Phase Three when I authorize it. And make sure the neural restraints are reinforced. I don’t want a repeat of last month.”

They slipped through the side entrance using one of the access cards Victor had recovered from the tower. The inside was cold. Too white. Too clean. Scarlett's stomach turned. It reminded her of the first chamber. The original room. The beginning of all this. Camille checked the floor map. "Level three." Victor nodded. "Genetic research wing." Scarlett's pulse quickened. That was where Subject Eight would be. The elevator doors opened. The corridor beyond was silent. Too silent. Scarlett's footsteps echoed as they moved. Then A voice. Soft.

Good for him. “I sincerely apologize, major, but I do not get why you are showing me this file,” I say frowning. The major stands up with that silly grin still on his face. “Can’t you read, commander? Female prisoner 3312, formerly known as Aubrey Campbell, 19-years-old. The only daughter of Mia Campbell, a well-known Eel we’ve been chasing for years. Prisoner 3312 was detained by your men while she was helping her mother attack the Ministry of Education three weeks ago,” he uselessly repeats what is in the file.

Status: Active. Subject B (The Mind): Olivia [Redacted]. Status: Active. Subject C (The Shadow): [DATA CORRUPTED]. Status: ESCAPED. "Subject C?" Jack whispered. "There was a third one?" Catherine looked at the screen, her face pale. "Escaped? When?" The log scrolled to the bottom. Location of Subject C: Unknown. Warning: Subject C carries the instability marker. Do not engage. Jack tried to stand up, but his legs failed him. The victory of restarting the power felt hollow. They had just turned the lights on, only to reveal that there was another monster in the room with them. Or rather, out there in the dark.

Berlin Safehouse – Control Room Evelyn stood over the bodies with clenched fists. Matteo’s voice buzzed in her ear. “She got in?” “She was let in,” Evelyn growled. “Someone on the inside looped the cameras and disabled the secondary locks.” “Casualties?” “Three dead. Two unconscious. Ana survived.” That name hit Matteo like a punch. “Ana Moreno?” “Yeah,” Evelyn said. “And here’s the kicker—Subject 08 didn’t touch her.”