“I’m free in the coming days. Is there anything I can do to help you out with this case?”I asked, genuinely offering my support.“Really? You’re going to help me?! I’m so blessed to have you on my side, Noah!”Her eyes lit up with relief and gratitude.“The way you said that… it almost sounds like no one else in the organization is willing to lend a hand.”I raised an eyebrow, noticing the subtle pain in her voice.“They’re always so busy, caught up in their own assignments. I don’t like bothering people either. Even though I’ve been part of the team for a long time, I still feel a little distant from them. They all seem so amazing, so confident in what they do...”Fina confessed, a trace of loneliness glimmering in her eyes.I agreed silently.The girls in our team were indeed exceptional—but Fina was no different. She had her own quiet brilliance, and I wished she could see that in herself.“Don’t sell yourself short, Fina. I think you’re amazing too. So keep believing in the thing

After parting ways with Noah, Amber soared back toward the rooftop, her flames roaring beneath her boots like a jet engine. She narrowed her eyes at the group of armed terrorists awaiting her arrival.“Looks like she’s got a death wish...”One of them sneered. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger of his machine gun, unleashing a torrent of bullets.But Amber was already moving—her body zigzagging at blinding speed, flames trailing behind her like wings of fire. The bullets sliced through empty air, unable to touch her. In a blur, she closed the distance between them and slammed her fist into the man’s gut with a devastating punch. His body crumpled to the ground, unconscious before he hit the rooftop.“Don’t stop shooting!” barked another terrorist. “She’s just one ability user!”Immediately, the rest of them stepped back, forming a perimeter as they began firing relentlessly at her. Amber darted behind a low wall, shielding herself from the storm of bullets.“Hold your fire,” ca

The War Doll Project a classified series of experiments aimed at creating powerful ability users to be deployed as weapons. These “dolls” were designed to replace human soldiers on the battlefield. Humanoid in appearance, they wielded the destructive power of fire.Mio couldn’t stop thinking about a crucial detail she had discovered regarding the infamous fire incident that occurred five years ago. It lingered in her mind like an itch she couldn’t scratch.She had already scoured every database accessible to her within the Special Forces Division. Despite her relentless efforts, every search led to the same frustrating outcome: Data Not Found. Over and over again.That was strange. An event as massive and destructive as the fire five years ago should have left behind plenty of records. Yet, there was nothing.Mio’s suspicions deepened. She began to believe that someone within the division—possibly a mole—was actively tampering with or erasing records from the system.Knowing she could

Immediately after hearing the conversation between the officer and the patient, I felt a sudden, unshakable urgency settle in my chest. Something deep inside me whispered—I have to go.Still clutching my phone, I quickly opened the map app and scrolled through the locations Fina had sent me. They were all marked with small red pins—each one a potential clue, a step closer to finding Fuse, and unraveling the strange experiment that seemed to surround her. There were a lot of locations—too many to cover in one night. But even so, I couldn’t sit still. I had to try.This wasn’t just about curiosity anymore. This was about truth. About Fuse.I started with the areas closest to the hospital. Time was ticking, and I couldn’t waste even a second. After scanning the alleyways, street corners, and shady buildings near the vicinity and confirming there was no trace of Fuse, I marked an “X” over each pin on my printed map. It was oddly satisfying, but also deeply frustrating.Each crossed-out lo

I already had my confirmation—it was Fuse. I was just a little too late to the scene.According to the witness, the suspect was a cute young girl, petite in frame, with long, light brown hair. The description matched Fuse perfectly. It all happened around 1:00 AM. The victim, just like the others before him, had fallen into a coma. No injuries. No external signs of harm. Just unconscious, as if someone had simply switched off the lights inside him.The victim’s friend had gone to the authorities and reported everything he saw. But when they checked the surveillance footage, nothing out of the ordinary appeared. No strange figures. No sudden movements. Nothing. The friend protested in frustration, but it was useless—just like the others who had tried to speak up before. The authorities kept turning a blind eye. Whether by choice or force, I didn’t know. But it made everything feel so much more helpless… and infuriating.Now, I’m back in the hospital with Fina.She had recovered enough