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Instantly, I look out the window and the first thing I see is a big navy blue building surrounded by numerous guards and bound by a very tall metal fence with electric wires at the top. “Welcome to Robertson Behavioural Management School. Your home for the next year…at the very least.”

He took down two pool sticks from the wall and headed me one. We played a few games of pool, until Xander decided he wanted to go hunt. He informed me that Jillie tried to give him packaged blood. I couldn’t help but laugh at the offended look on his face. Xander was not a fan of packaged blood, even if it was human. He was not a big fan of animal blood but would take it occasionally. Most of the time, he got his fill directly from a human source and wiped their memory clean of him when he was done.

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Turning back, I noticed Hayden still seated on the car hood, his gaze fixed on me. I rolled my eyes and gestured for him to join me. It took him a moment to rise, but he eventually slipped off his shoes, leaving them beside mine, before making his way toward me. Drawing closer, he wore a mischievous smirk, furrowing my brows in confusion. Upon entering the water, he stooped down, retrieving something and playfully tossing it into my hair. As I felt it move, I instantly recognized it as a sea cockroach. Letting out a scream, I swiftly plucked it from my hair and flung it onto his head. Chuckling, he calmly removed it, meeting my gaze.

Rileys eyes blinked open. She felt groggy and unsure of her surroundings, just like every other time she woke this past week. She couldn't remember where she was, she felt dirty and cold, she couldn't even feel her wolf Ava anymore. Her flesh burned with every movement she took. Was this a dream? Had it all been a dream? She looked around and noticed it was a dark room with no windows, like she was in a basement. The room felt wet and cold. She lay on a bed and noticed a metal chain attached to her ankle. There was a bedside table next to her with a glass of water and a bucket next to the bed.

Noa croaked. “He knows,” Ivy said. “He’s escalating. And I think I found something worse.” Noa looked up. “What?” “There’s another file on the clone’s network. It’s labeled ‘KEYHOLE.’ Hidden under Sabine’s original architecture. Looks like it’s connected to something offshore.” “What kind of something?” Ivy’s voice dropped. “A memory vault.” Meanwhile, in the safehouse above, Alessio stood under a freezing shower, arms braced against the tile. He hadn’t slept.

"Hey, Mom! The AI is glitching again! The 'Meilin' unit is trying to leave the sandbox!" Meilin and Leo froze. The "Source-Node" wasn't a machine. It was a Save-File.

The laboratory on the fifth basement level of the Montgomery Building was bone-chillingly cold, a subterranean tomb of glass and silicon. Under Zero's frantic guidance, Sophia finally stood before the "Root Server," a monolithic black pillar pulsating with a ghostly, rhythmic blue light. The air was thick with the acrid, metallic scent of electrical overload, and the countdown on her HUD had entered its final three minutes—00:02:59.

[DIRECTORY: /SYS/SECURE/LOGS/OUTBOUND/] [PROCESS: BACKGROUND_SYNC_DAEMON] [STATUS: ACTIVE - TRICKLE_STREAM_ENABLED] [DESTINATION: INDETERMINATE_NODE_04] "She didn't just lock our copies, Michael," Ava said, her voice dropping into a flat whisper that felt colder than the morning air. Her fingers tapped out a diagnostic query, tracing the packet destination. "She left an active, hidden mirror process running under a standard system utility name. Every time we took a photograph, uploaded a file, or updated our personal calendars over the last twenty days, a duplicate packet was split and sent to a remote hardware node."

She used it all, it swallowed her own footsteps as she closed distance. She was close enough to smell his soap, something expensive and floral under the market stink of wet stones, fish and overflowing gutters. Still arguing, he was insisting on an unbelievable market price that almost made Jade laugh. Amateur. Not because he's foolish, rather because he thinks manners matter here. He thought that fair price was owed to him for asking politely.