Dusk settled over Hope Sanctuary like a kind god was tucking everyone in to bed for the night.
But this dusk was different...there were no lights switching on all at once, no hum of electricity filling the streets. Instead, lanterns were lit one by one, their flas catching slowly as one of the fire power users went from lamp post to lamp post.
Chimneys glowed amber for those people who were lucky enough to be assigned housing with a source of heat. Shadows stretched long and uneven across the packed dirt roads, blurring the edges of buildings that already leaned toward anonymity.
People moved with purpose now. Those who could afford electricity had already retreated indoors. Those who couldn’t adjusted their pace and kept their heads down.
Sera walked with the others leaving Waste Reclamation, her boots falling into step with a rhythm she no longer had to think about. The shift had ended on ti. The supervisor had nodded once. No remarks. No corrections. No interest.
Approval, at least by this place’s standards.
The road she followed was a throughway, not a shortcut. It cut between service buildings and storage yards, wide enough for carts and patrols, narrow enough that no one lingered without reason. During daylight, it was busy enough to feel monitored. At dusk, it emptied quickly.
That was intentional.
Lantern light thinned as she moved farther from the work zones. The air cooled. The sll shifted away from waste and disinfectant toward dust, old wood, and the faint tallic tang that clung to everything inside the walls.
Sera kept her pace even.
Around her, footsteps peeled away one by one as others turned off toward their assigned blocks. No one walked in groups anymore. That was another unspoken rule. Congregation drew attention, and attention was currency few could afford.
By the ti she reached the bend in the road, she was alone.
The lantern at the corner flickered weakly, its fla guttering as if the wick had been trimd too short. Beyond it, the path dipped slightly, disappearing into shadow before rising again toward Commune C.
Sera stepped past the light without slowing.
Footsteps followed.
Not rushed. Not cautious. asured.
The sound registered without urgency, the way one noted a change in weather or the creak of a familiar floorboard. Another person on the road was not unusual, especially at this hour.
The distance between them continued to shorten.
She adjusted her grip on her pack strap and kept walking.
The man behind her did not speak.
He did not call out. He did not hurry. His pace matched hers easily, boots striking the dirt with the confidence of soone who knew exactly how long this would take.
They passed another lantern, its glass sared with soot. The fla inside threw more shadow than light, stretching their silhouettes across the ground and tangling them together for a brief mont before breaking apart again.
The road curved gently left.
That was where he moved.
The strike ca from behind, clean and practiced.
The tal of a pipe t bone with a dull, efficient sound that would have dropped a human instantly. Pain registered as pressure first, then as heat, then as nothing at all. Sera’s body went slack on cue, her montum carrying her forward just enough to sell the fall before gravity finished the job.
She made sure to hit the ground hard.
Her pack slipped from her shoulder. One boot scuffed against the dirt as her limbs folded beneath her, loose and unresisting. Her head turned to the side, hair spilling across her face.
She did not open her eyes.
The man swore under his breath, a quiet, habitual sound. He crouched imdiately, one hand already reaching for her pulse. Two fingers pressed against her neck, firm and practiced.
"Too easy," he muttered, not unkindly. "It’s hard to believe that Zeros could still survive in this world."
He checked again, then nodded to himself.
From a pocket inside his jacket, he pulled a cloth already damp with sothing sharp and chemical. He held it near her face for a few seconds longer than necessary, watching her chest rise and fall.
Still breathing. Still warm.
"Sorry," he said softly, as if she could hear him. "But better you than ."
He moved efficiently after that.
A glance up and down the road. Empty. No witnesses. The lantern behind them flickered once and steadied, fla oblivious to the transaction taking place beneath it.
He dragged her off the path and into the deeper shadow beside a storage fence, boots leaving faint tracks in the dirt that would be gone by morning. Her body followed easily, pliant, cooperative. He adjusted his grip when her arm caught awkwardly, careful not to dislocate anything.
Damage complicated paperwork.
A vehicle waited nearby, its engine already idling low. No lights. Just a dark shape hunched against the fence line. He opened the rear door and lifted her without strain, settling her onto the flat surface inside.
Her head lolled to the side.
He corrected it gently.
"Don’t need you waking up too soon," he murmured, more to himself than to her.
Straps were fastened. Not restraints, exactly. Just enough to keep her from rolling if the road got rough. He hesitated, then secured her wrists loosely as well, more out of habit than necessity.
The door shut with a soft, final click.
The engine pulled away from the curb without urgency.
Inside the vehicle, the air slled faintly of antiseptic and oil. The floor vibrated beneath her with the steady hum of motion. Sowhere up front, the man spoke into a radio, his voice low and unremarkable.
"Pickup complete," he said. "Single subject. No resistance."
A pause.
"Yeah. Sa block as the others. Logged already."
Another pause.
"Vitals are fine. She’ll keep."
The radio crackled once in response, then went silent.
The vehicle turned, suspension shifting as it left the main road and took a route not marked on any public map. The lantern light disappeared entirely now, replaced by darkness broken only by the occasional spill of pale illumination from a guarded checkpoint they passed without stopping.
No one looked inside.
They didn’t need to.
Ti passed without markers.
The vehicle slowed. Stopped. Started again. Doors opened and closed sowhere nearby, tal echoing faintly in enclosed spaces. Voices overlapped briefly, then faded.
At so point, hands reached in and lifted her again.
The grip was different this ti. More careful. More invested.
"She’s lighter than the last one," soone observed.
"Don’t get used to it," another voice replied. "They’re all light once they stop fighting."
Her body was placed onto sothing cold and smooth. The sll of antiseptic grew stronger, clean and sharp enough to bite. Cloth brushed against her cheek as sothing was adjusted beneath her head.
Footsteps moved away.
A door shut.
Locks engaged, one after another.
Silence followed, thick and deliberate.
For a long mont, nothing happened at all.
Then, above the steady rhythm of machinery humming sowhere beyond the walls, Sera shifted.
Not the slow movent of soone surfacing from unconsciousness, but a precise adjustnt, as controlled as it was sudden. Her fingers curled once against the surface beneath her. Her shoulders rolled slightly, easing tension that hadn’t truly been there.
Her eyes opened.
Dark... bright...and focused.
She lay still, listening.
Outside the room, voices approached, their cadence familiar in the way routines always were. Keys jangled. Soone laughed quietly. A clipboard was shuffled from one hand to another.
Sera smiled to herself...
It was about ti.
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