First message
Another classified file lands on my desk—thicker than most. Red-stamped, encrypted, top-tier clearance only. GERA doesn’t send me bedtime stories.
I slide the datachip into the terminal. The screen flickers before stabilizing. Her face appears first—young, calm, but there’s something beneath her eyes.
Subject: [REDACTED]
Status: Host to Type-V Entity
Alias: The Void
I skim the first few lines. Civilian. No prior offense. No registered abilities at birth. But then the pattern breaks—abduction, containment, behavioral anomalies,“interdimensional mutation.”
Then come the photos. Surveillance stills. Bloodless scenes. Swallowed walls. A guard screaming into nothing. Her standing calm in the middle of it, as if she’s not the epicenter of a growing catastrophe.
This isn’t just another freak asset. This is a fusion. Symbiosis. Maybe even a bond. And she doesn’t just control it—it chooses her.
I light a cigarette I won’t finish and pull up the last page. Orders: Observe. Evaluate.