Jason Walker never thought silence could feel so loud. The cabin was nestled deep in the woods, far from the ruined city skyline that once defined his life. Here, the only thing that pierced the stillness was birdsong, the rustle of wind through pine trees, and the gentle creak of old wooden floorboards when he moved. It had been three months since that final night—the night the city held its breath, and he finally exhaled. He poured himself a cup of black coffee, the aroma rich and earthy, steam curling like ghosts above the rim. Outside, the morning mist clung to the grass, wrapping the world in a soft gray cocoon. For the first time in years, Jason had no enemies. No lies to maintain. No one to kill. He walked onto the porch barefoot, feeling the damp chill of the wood under his soles. His eyes scanned the forest line automatically, an old reflex. But nothing stirred. No threats. No traps. Just trees, tall and steady. He took a seat on the swing chair and let it sway gently, h

The scent of coffee clung faintly to the early morning air as the city stirred awake. In Unit 3C of the modest complex, Anna stood by her small kitchen counter, stirring a cup of black tea, her motions slow and mechanical. Her eyes were distant, fixated on something beyond the confines of her one-bedroom apartment. Something deeper. Something unreachable. The dreams, headaches and the constant looking over her shoulders. She had seen her getting attracted to his pictures on television. The healer. A man who could heal wth just a touch. But why does she have to feel that way? Why does she have to feel connected to a man she knows nothing about? She’d had that dream again—the one where the walls closed in and voices screamed her name through fire and blood. A man’s arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her while the world burned. She didn’t know his face. She never did. But the way her heart clenched in the dream always made her wonder: Who was he? Why did he feel like ho

" Talk to me Raven." Jaosn said looking at his face. " What do we have here?" The room was silent for a bit. " I am not sure, Mr Jason. I think this is military." Raven said finally. " What do you mean, Military?" Jason asked looking at Anna who seems to be on edge. " I think Miss Anna here was cloned." Raven said looking at Jason's face. " Cloned? You mean I am some kind of robot?" Anna asked dropping to the chair behind her. " I am sorry to break this to you, Miss Anna but that is the only thing I can come up with. You are not twin because Mrs Alessia Carter died a long time ago. I think if you are then we would have known. You coming out now to hunt Mr Jason showed that whoever wanted to hurt him waited for this moment." Raven said finally. The room was heavy with tension. Jason looked at Anna and doesn't know what to what to say. " Are you saying that I a living someone else life? Someone dead?" Anna asked. " I think we need to calm out neveres here." Ja

The bullet shattered the glass, slicing through the tension like a blade. Everyone dropped instantly—Skull yanked Anna down behind the couch, Jason threw himself to the ground, dragging Raven down with him. "Sniper!" Raven shouted, crawling toward the far side of the room. "Everyone stay down!" Jason’s eyes narrowed. His instincts, honed over years of surviving betrayal and bloodshed, screamed that this wasn’t random. It was a warning. Another shot rang out, this time embedding itself in the wooden frame of the door. The aim wasn’t to kill. Not yet. "Back exit," Jason barked, crawling low. “Skull—take Anna!” "I'm not leaving without answers!" Anna shouted, struggling against Skull’s grip. "You want answers? Stay alive!" Skull hissed. Jason peeked through a sliver in the blinds. A faint shimmer in the trees told him exactly where the shooter was. " I think Niko just got some really backing now." he murmured to himself "He's got his elite teams," Jason muttered. "What

The city sprawled before them, a jagged collage of glinting towers, back alleys, and hidden eyes. Anna stared out the tinted window, her reflection faint against the glass. She barely recognized herself. The sleek dress clung to her curves, her damp hair now drying in soft waves, and that chain—Alessia’s—sat cold between her collarbones, as if mocking her place in all this. Jason hadn’t said a word since their exchange. The tension in the car could slice steel. Skull sat up front, watching the GPS while Raven occasionally glanced into the rearview mirror, his usual sharp tongue subdued. Something about this trip had changed the air, made it heavier. Jason wasn’t just visiting family. He was going into hostile territory—and taking her with him as proof. A message in human form. Anna tightened her fingers around the silver pendant again. The car slowed as they approached the city’s outer district—an old estate, once regal, now encased in iron fences, guarded by armed men i