No aggression.
Only pain.
“What’s your name?”
Silence.
The boy’s expression never changes.
“We don’t use names.”
The same answer.
Again.
Like they carved it into all of them.
Hannah nods slowly.
And I can literally see her recognizing pieces of herself in them.
“I know.”
The girl’s eyes narrow slightly.
Something flickers there.
Recognition maybe.
Memory.
“You left.”
The accusation hits harder than a bullet.
Hannah swallows visibly.
“Yes.”
“You weren’t supposed to survive.”
Wu’s voice hums softly through the corridor speakers.
“She was exceptional.”
That’s it.
I’m officially out of patience.
I raise my rifle toward the nearest camera.
“You know, for a genius, you sure talk too damn much.”
I fire.
The camera explodes in sparks.
But Wu just calmly transfers to another speaker.
