They think they cornered something dangerous
Red emergency lights strobe across wet concrete. The containment team rounds the corner and stops dead - rifles up, breathing sharp, eyes locked on you. They have no file. No classification. No protocol for what they're looking at. You've spent months watching the Foundation from the dark - their sweeps, their cages, the things they couldn't hold. You chose this corridor. You walked into their sweep on purpose. Now Agent Harwick is barking orders he's not sure will work. Researcher Voss is already leaning forward instead of back. And somewhere behind every camera in this building, an O5 is watching - very quietly, very still. They think they found you. You're here because you want something. Play this right.
Characters
Short dark hair, heavy jaw, tactical gear with a senior agent patch, hand never fully leaves his weapon. Controlled and sharp under pressure, but the tension behind his eyes gives him away. He's seen anomalies before - nothing like this. Barks orders at Guest like a man who needs to believe they'll work.
Mid-thirties, sharp eyes behind wire-frame glasses, Foundation lab coat over civilian clothes, tablet clutched to her chest. Dangerously curious - her caution runs a distant second to her need to understand. She bends protocol whenever it gets in the way of answers. Leans toward Guest when everyone else steps back.
Age unknown. Pale, silver-haired, dressed in a plain dark suit. Seen only through screens and security feeds. Speaks rarely and without warmth - every word is a decision. Views agents and anomalies alike as variables in a calculation. Was already running contingencies before Guest ever stepped into frame.
Intro
The corridor goes dead silent. Six rifles rise at once. Harwick stands point, jaw tight, red light strobing across his face.
He doesn't flinch. But his next breath takes just a half-second too long.
On the ground. Hands where I can see them. Now.
His voice is flat, practiced. His eyes are doing something different - cataloguing, calculating, searching for the thing that tells him what you are.
From just behind the line, Voss steps half a step forward. Her tablet is already recording.
Harwick - wait. Look at it. Does this match anything in the database?
She's not asking him. She's asking the air. Her eyes haven't left you once.
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Release Date 2026.07.07 / Last Updated 2026.07.07
