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Chapter 11: The Wrong Wake-Up 3:21 a.m. – FBI Medical Wing Jason’s eyes snapped open. The monitor beeped wildly—heart rate stabilized, brain activity spiked, pupils dilated. Emily leaned over him, eyes wide with cautious hope. “Jason?” He blinked once. Twice. Sat up slowly. Tension in the room thickened as Reyes stepped forward, hand on his weapon, gaze hard. “Say something,” Reyes ordered. Jason’s voice came out hoarse, quiet. “…Lily’s birthday was in September. She liked cinnamon in her tea. Always bit her lower lip when she lied.” Emily covered her mouth, relief flooding her face. That was Jason. Only Jason would know those things. But Reyes didn’t lower the gun. Not yet. 3:26 a.m. – Observation Bay Jaso

Last Updated : 2025-06-30

The Memory that Wasn't Mine

Chapter 12: The Memory That Wasn't Mine 4:35 a.m. – FBI Headquarters, Basement Archives Emily’s fingers trembled as she swiped through the security logs. Every file. Every door Jason passed. Nothing abnormal. Except one thing: he’d been granted Level-6 Clearance. That clearance hadn’t been used in five years. Not since Project Sigil. She sprinted toward the elevator, heart pounding, knowing only one person could authorize that level: Jason himself. Or someone inside his mind. 4:38 a.m. – Hall of Mirrors (Sublevel 6) Jason stood before a one-way mirror wall. But the glass wasn’t reflecting. It was replaying. Memories. Not his. People he’d never met. Victims. Killers. Psych patients. FBI interns. Cops. Jane Does. All staring into mirrors

Last Updated : 2025-06-30

I'm Not Me Anymore

Chapter 13: I’m Not Me Anymore 5:11 a.m. – Emily’s Apartment Emily stared at her reflection. It didn’t move. It smiled. But she didn’t. She blinked. And so did the mirror. Too late. The smile remained. A blood smear trailed from the corner of her reflection’s mouth. A six-fingered handprint slowly faded in the background, as if drawn in fog. “No,” she whispered, stepping back. “I’m not him. I’m not—” Her phone buzzed again. UNKNOWN NUMBER: Do you feel it yet? The weight of someone else’s thoughts? She dropped the phone and ran to the bathroom. Her hands trembled. She searched for signs—veins bulging? Skin tone different? Pupils dilated? Everything looked normal. But inside? Something was shifting.

Last Updated : 2025-06-30

Exposure Protocol

Chapter 14: Exposure Protocol 6:48 a.m. – FBI Briefing Wing Emily burst into the operations room, her breath ragged, eyes wild. “I need everyone to listen,” she announced, slamming her access card against the emergency override console. The lights flickered from white to red. A level-4 lockdown initiated. Agents froze, half-standing, unsure if it was a drill. Reyes approached, jaw clenched. “What the hell is going on?” Emily held up a tablet — shaking slightly. “I ran a mirror sync scan. On myself.” She tapped it. The screen lit up. Reflection Drift: HIGH Biometric Sync: Corrupted Echo Signature Detected The room fell silent. Reyes’s voice dropped. “You’re saying... you’re compromised?” “I don’t know,” Emily said, voice cracking. “But it’s in me. Or... part of me.” An agent near the back muttered, “Jesus.” “I think I’m still me,” she added, “but I’m seeing things. Feeling things. Thinking thoughts that don’t belong to me.” Reyes stepped back, ha

Last Updated : 2025-07-02

The Chain Must Break

Chapter 15: The Chain Must Break 7:24 a.m. – FBI Rooftop, Washington D.C. Wind howled through the concrete beams of the rooftop helipad. The city below was still veiled in early morning fog, unaware that war was being waged at its center — a war of minds. Emily stared down the barrel of Reyes’s gun. His finger was on the trigger. But his eyes — glassy, hollow, distant — were not his own. “Drop your weapon,” he repeated, voice void of emotion. Behind him, Director Cross — or what remained of him — stood at the uplink terminal, typing calmly. Like a surgeon. Or a puppet. Emily’s grip tightened around her pistol. “You’re not Reyes,” she said. Reyes chuckled. “Who am I then, Emily?” She stepped sideways, keeping her aim steady. “You’re a copy. A shadow. You weren’t infected… you were overwritten.”

Last Updated : 2025-07-04

Prototype Zero

Chapter 16: Prototype Zero 10:15 a.m. – FBI Sublevel X Emily stood in front of the locked steel vault. A retinal scanner hissed as it scanned her eye. “Access Granted: LEVEL 6 – Vale, Emily.” The door opened with a groan. Beyond it: cold fluorescent lights, rows of blinking consoles, and a single glowing monitor flashing one word: RECONSTRUCTING: ECHO-001 Prototype: Aria Holt Status: 43% Restored. Emily’s throat tightened. Holt. She knew Jason had no siblings. No public record. No birth certificate. Nothing. But there she was—Aria Holt, a child, no older than six, scribbling crimson handprints on a padded wall in looping, unnatural circles. Emily tapped into the audio. A child’s voice hummed from the speaker, soft and sing-song: “Echo… Echo… Let the m

Last Updated : 2025-07-06

The Digital Labyrinth

Chapter 17Time Unknown — Echo Simulation CoreEmily stumbled forward into complete darkness.No lights. No ground. No sound.Then—gravity snapped sideways. Her stomach twisted as she landed hard on what felt like glass. But it wasn't flat. It was curved. Shifting. Breathing."Welcome," said a child's voice.The space lit up—glitchy, fractured like broken glass coded in neon. Pieces of rooms floated in every direction. A hallway led nowhere. A door opened into itself. Mirrors hung midair like traps.Emily turned in slow horror. The environment wasn't a program. It was a mind.Aria’s mind.Emily’s boots echoed across a walkway made of fragmented childhood drawings. One crayon sketch bled into another—stick figures with no eyes. A house on fire. A red infinity symbol scratched again and again and again."You’re walking on me," the child’s voice giggled.Emily clenched her fists. "I’m not

Last Updated : 2025-07-08

Residual

Chapter 18 Time Unknown — FBI Secure Medical Wing Emily’s eyes fluttered open. The ceiling lights above her were too bright. They buzzed faintly, like electricity running just beneath her skin. She tried to sit up, but her muscles felt like rubber. Her fingers barely responded. The heart monitor beside her beeped steadily. Wires trailed from her chest, her temple, even the base of her skull. A shadow moved in the glass window beyond the door. She wasn’t alone. And for a split second—she was sure the shadow didn’t match its owner. 9:01 a.m. – Observation Room, Behind Glass Director Keene sat beside Reyes, both reviewing the vitals. “She’s stable,” Keene muttered. “For now.” “But?” Reyes asked, his voice cautious. Keene didn’t look up. “

Last Updated : 2025-07-10

Split Mind

Chapter 19 10:00 a.m. – FBI Emergency Neuropsychiatric Wing Emily sat alone in the containment chair. Her wrists were strapped to the metal armrests, her eyes forced open by an ocular scanner. Four electrodes hummed gently on her temples. White light bathed the room, and the observation glass in front of her showed a dozen silhouettes behind it. Reyes. Keene. A technician murmuring readings. The voices around her were muffled, but inside her mind, there was another voice—clearer than all of them. “They think they’ve caught you,” it whispered. “But they don’t know you let them.” Emily twitched. Her right hand flexed unconsciously. Then her left. Reyes leaned forward on the other side of the glass. “Emily,” he said gently, “do you know where you are?”

Last Updated : 2025-07-11

Host Protocol

Chapter 20 10:30 a.m. – Emergency Containment Block "That’s not her anymore," Reyes whispered. The woman strapped to the neural chair looked like Emily Vale, but her posture was wrong. Her back too straight. Her face too still. Her eyes—unblinking, predatory. Keene stood beside him, white-knuckled. "Run a full scan," he ordered. The technician stuttered. "Sir… she’s stabilizing at 89% Echo pattern. The merge—it’s almost complete." Reyes slammed a fist into the console. "No. There has to be a way to extract her." A crackling sound came through the monitor. Emily spoke—low, cold, calm. "You were always so loyal, Reyes. Loyal to ghosts. Loyal to guilt. Now… you’ll be loyal to me." 10:31 a.m. – Neural Over

Last Updated : 2025-07-13

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