Watching Aphmau Novels & Stories

Claustrophobic. Reached the main facility. Massive underground complex. Labs. Testing chambers. Holding cells. And in the center, a large observation room. Windows looking into a surgical theater. Hope was strapped to a table. Unconscious. Surrounded by doctors. By equipment. By machines designed to rewrite human minds. "No." I moved toward the door. Damien grabbed me. "Wait. Look closer." I looked. The doctors were not operating. They were waiting. Watching the windows. Watching us. And behind Hope, standing in the shadows, someone familiar.