"You're not supposed to be here, you know."
The voice hit like a knife to the spine.
Not loud. Not gentle. Just there. Right behind him, where no one should be.
rlin didn't breathe.
'Too close.'
His fingers tightened on Keryx's hilt. Lightning laced faintly across the blade's edge, but he didn't turn. Not yet.
'Sothing got that close without tripping my perception field.'
'Sothing old.'
The silence behind him stretched—not dead silence, but watching silence. Waiting.
Then a breath.
A whisper of air, too cold, too sharp.
He spun.
Keryx rose in a clean arc, the blade a shimr of light in the dark.
And stopped.
Because there was soone standing there.
Barely.
A girl—if you could call it that. Small fra. Long hair that hung like it had been dragged through oil. Skin pale but veined with sothing too dark, as if her blood had forgotten how to flow properly. And her eyes—her eyes—
rlin's grip tightened.
'Not eyes.'
Just sockets filled with thin light. Like sothing tried to mimic being alive and didn't quite get it right.
She tilted her head.
Not like a person. Like an insect. Slow. Deliberate. Dissecting.
"Not one of them," she whispered. Her voice echoed off the tal like it didn't belong in air. "Too slow. Too… loud."
"I don't know what you're talking about," rlin said. His voice was calm, but inside his chest, his ribs pulled tight.
The thing stepped forward.
One bare foot. No sound.
"Not staff," she said again. "Not test. Not mine."
rlin didn't move. "You're Subject Zero."
A flicker passed through her face—like a glitch in a projection.
"No," she said. Then smiled. "Not anymore."
'She doesn't know about the rift.'
'She thinks I'm another intruder.'
"I don't want to fight you," he said.
She smiled wider. "That's good."
The smile didn't reach her eyes. Because there were no eyes.
"Because you wouldn't win."
Keryx pulsed once with mana. rlin kept the blade low, non-threatening. "You were in the pod. Three days ago, you left."
"I didn't leave." Her tone shifted. It grew… flat. "They left. They tried to bury again."
Her feet moved. No real steps—she just was closer. Ten ters. Then five.
rlin didn't step back.
'Don't show weakness. Predators notice.'
"I'm not with them," he said, eyes sharp.
She studied him.
Then her head jerked sideways.
A shudder passed through her fra. A ripple beneath her skin.
She sniffed once.
"Sothing followed you here."
rlin's heart skipped.
"What?"
She turned slightly—just enough to face the shadowed corridor.
And smiled.
"Noisy thing. Angry. Wrong."
rlin twisted, eyes narrowing. The auxiliary hallway was empty. Still. But—
Then he felt it.
A shift in the mana. A wrinkle in the air.
Sothing was moving in the walls.
He looked back at the girl.
She was gone.
No sound. No flicker. Just vanished—like she'd lted out of the fra of the world itself.
'No ti to process that.'
The scraping started.
Close.
And heavy.
Sothing else was in the facility.
Not Subject Zero.
Sothing worse.
rlin backed toward the main desk, blade raised, breathing steady.
The lights overhead flickered.
One popped.
A low whine built in the walls.
Keryx vibrated in his hand.
'No cover. No traps. Just open space. I'm fucked.'
The scraping grew louder.
Whatever was coming, it wasn't trying to hide.
rlin inhaled.
'Alright.'
He braced himself.
'Let's see what this place buried.'
—
The sound was almost slow at first.
Scrape.
Drag.
Scrape.
Then a thud.
Then silence.
rlin exhaled through his nose. Keryx was steady in his grip. The lights overhead sputtered, casting jagged shadows against the curved tal walls.
Then it ca.
Crawling.
No, not quite—pouring.
The creature unfolded from the corridor like a liquid nightmare. Limbs first—too many of them, jagged and slick. No eyes. No face. Just a maw in the middle of a chitin-covered torso, opening sideways like it didn't understand how mouths were supposed to work.
rlin's breath caught.
'What the hell is even that thing?'
It hissed.
Steam poured off its back as it dragged itself out of the corridor fully—twice the size of rlin, bristling with what looked like malford armor. Bones jutted from the flesh like blades.
Its head—or what passed for one—twitched once toward rlin.
And then—
There was no sound.
No movent.
Just a blur.
Subject 0 appeared in front of it.
Like the world forgot where she had been a mont ago.
She was silent. Still barefoot. Still smiling.
The creature paused.
Then charged.
Too fast.
Faster than it should've been.
rlin tensed—Keryx raised instinctively.
But she moved first.
Not dodging. Not blocking.
She let the thing hit her.
And then—
She grabbed it.
With one hand.
The impact should've torn her apart, but it didn't. The creature's montum stopped like it had slamd into a wall. Her fingers were wrapped around one of its extended arms—those jagged, bladed limbs—and she twisted.
Once.
There was a sound like wet rope being torn in half.
Then ca the screaming.
Not from her.
The creature shrieked—an awful, choked, inhuman sound—as she tore its arm off in a clean wrenching motion. Black ichor sprayed across the wall. The lights flashed.
The next mont—
Her hand was inside its chest.
Not a strike.
Just a plunge.
Her arm went straight through the armor, into the ribs, out the back.
rlin's stomach twisted.
'…That's not strength. That's sothing else entirely.'
She tilted her head—expression still peaceful—as she spread her fingers.
And the creature convulsed.
Its torso split down the middle like overripe fruit.
Flesh hit the walls in wet, at-thick slaps. Bone shattered. Fluid boiled.
Then silence.
She stood over what remained.
Covered in black.
Expression calm.
Hands dripping.
And slowly—so slowly—she looked over her shoulder.
Right at him.
"Still watching?" she asked.
rlin didn't answer.
Couldn't.
She stepped toward him—bare feet silent on the slick floor. Black ichor clung to her like paint.
"I thought you'd run."
rlin t her eyes. "I don't run."
She smiled again. "Neither do I."
He watched her carefully.
No mana signature.
No aura.
Just wrongness in the shape of a person.
"What are you?" he asked, voice low.
Her head tilted.
"…Lonely."
Then she walked past him.
Toward the corridor he hadn't entered yet.
The one marked EAST WING – SEALED.
She didn't touch the lted lock.
She just stood in front of it.
And the door opened.
tal groaned. Steam hissed.
She glanced back once.
"You coming?"
rlin didn't move.
'I don't think I have much of a choice.'
Didn't speak.
But he followed.
Because whatever was behind that door—
Was worse than anything he'd seen yet.
And sohow, she wanted him to see it.
The door yawned open like a mouth left too long in rigor mortis—gutted hinges groaning as steam curled around his boots.
rlin stepped in behind her.
One foot, then the other.
Keryx still drawn. Mana low but steady. He kept his eyes sharp, blade sharper.
The light didn't reach here. The ergency backup from the lab stopped at the threshold.
Only blackness ahead.
Subject 0 didn't hesitate. She walked as if she knew every inch of the space—bare feet landing silent against the steel floor. Her white coat, now soaked in thick ribbons of blood and ichor, trailed behind her like a war banner.
'She's not cautious. Not reckless. She just… doesn't care.'
It was colder here.
Not temperature-wise. Not physically.
It was spiritual.
Whatever this place was—it hated being rembered.
The air shivered.
The walls were smooth—no consoles, no control panels. Just a long hallway, gently sloped, descending into whatever was buried beneath the lab. It felt like a bunker. Or a tomb.
"How far does this go?" rlin asked.
She didn't turn. "Far enough."
"…Far enough for what?"
She paused.
"Do you want the honest answer?"
He blinked. "Try ."
She glanced over her shoulder, expression still calm. Her irises glead silver in the dark.
"It leads to what's left of ."
Then she kept walking.
rlin didn't reply.
He couldn't.
Because every instinct in him scread to stop following.
But he kept going.
—
Dozens of shattered tanks were half-buried in the ground. Glass glittered like bone fragnts in the dark. The corpses were gone, but the absence of them wasn't.
"They were like ," she said. "Early tests. Variants."
rlin's eyes narrowed. "And you survived."
She shrugged. "Define 'survived.'"
He didn't ask what happened to the others.
He already knew.
There were scratch marks along the walls here, too. Deeper. Not wild. Deliberate. Like soone had been carving their way out one inch at a ti.
But what caught his eye was the far end of the room.
A throne.
Or maybe just a slab. Made of the sa blackened bone-glass as the rest of the facility. But it had runes carved into it.
Runes that pulsed with the sa rhythm as the corrupted mana in the air.
She stopped just in front of it. Placed a hand on the side.
"I co here when I want to rember."
He tilted his head. "Rember what?"
Her voice lowered. "What I was made for."
"And what's that?"
She looked over her shoulder.
"Worse things than you can imagine."
rlin's fingers curled at his side.
His mana stirred.
But she didn't move toward him.
She sat.
On the slab.
One leg crossed over the other. Her hair—long, white, tangled with dried blood—curled over her shoulder like mist.
rlin didn't lower his guard.
"What was that thing in the hallway?" he asked. "The thing. The one you… tore apart."
Her gaze flicked upward.
"Just a scout."
"For what?"
She smiled.
"Sothing hungry."
He didn't like that answer.
At all.
"Is it still here?"
"Not yet."
'Not yet?'
He exhaled slowly, trying to suppress the chill at the base of his neck.
"And what are you, then?"
She tilted her head as she smiled.
"Sothing hungrier."
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