Chapter Two — The Frequency of BloodThe years after Kyle’s birth moved quietly, like the city holding its breath. To the outside world, the Harrison's were a portrait of American success: Lillian’s wellness empire expanded across states, Benjamin launched a philanthropic foundation, and their Midtown penthouse often graced the covers of lifestyle magazines.But inside those glass walls, something unseen hummed beneath the surface. It was in the lights that flickered when Kyle laughed too hard, the phones that rang once and went dead when he cried, the way his toys sometimes vibrated faintly in his hands. The housekeepers whispered about “the boy’s current,” but no one dared say it near Benjamin.At first, the parents dismissed it as imagination. Then, by age three, Kyle began predicting things. Small things. He’d look at his mother and say, “Mommy’s phone will ring,” seconds before it did. He’d stop her from spilling coffee a heartbeat before her sleeve brushed the cup.It wasn’t ch

Chapter Three : The House That BreathesThe drive to the Harrison ancestral estate stretched across miles of marshland and shadow. By the time Benjamin’s car reached the wrought-iron gates, the sun had bled out over the Savannah horizon, leaving only streaks of amber behind the trees.Kyle pressed his face to the window. “It’s so big,” he whispered.The mansion loomed ahead three stories of weathered stone, glass, and tangled ivy. It wasn’t the sleek, modern architecture he was used to in Atlanta. This place felt old. Alive.The gates opened on their own.“Automatic?” Kyle asked.Benjamin didn’t answer. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel.When the car rolled to a stop in front of the entrance, Helena was already waiting on the steps, her black coat billowing in the wind. The lantern light behind her cast long shadows across the cobblestones.“Welcome to the real Harrison home,” she said.Kyle hesitated before stepping out. The air here was thicker somehow charged. He felt a

CHAPTER FIVE : ECHOES IN THE WIRE Recap:After the citywide blackout, Kyle Harrison’s world changed. The hum in the grid once just a sound buried in the static had started following him. And in that hum, something was listening back.The rain hadn’t stopped since the blackout.Atlanta’s skyline glowed faintly beneath the storm, half of it alive with backup power, half drowned in darkness. The city felt split in two one side pulsing, the other dead.Kyle hadn’t slept. Every time he closed his eyes, the hum returned rising and falling with his heartbeat, whispering like a coded lullaby that refused to quiet.When his phone buzzed again, he nearly dropped it.Same unknown number. Same blank contact.He opened the message.YOU CAN’T SILENCE WHAT’S IN YOUR BLOOD.The words dissolved seconds after he read them, as if the phone itself erased the evidence. He stared at the screen until it dimmed, the reflection of his eyes staring back pupils faintly rimmed with blue light.He exhaled. “

CHAPTER SEVEN : THE HIDDEN FREQUENCY The light in the tower had been too bright to be real.For a moment, Kyle thought the surge would swallow him whole that Helena’s voice and the blue fire would merge him back into The Current permanently. But then the world snapped into silence.When he opened his eyes, everything was gray.He was lying on a gurney, wrists strapped with metal bands that hummed faintly. His chest hurt, not from impact, but from resonance a deep vibration that refused to fade.The walls around him were metallic, seamless, and far too sterile to be any hospital.A circular symbol was stamped into the ceiling above him: a helix wrapped around an eye.Not Division. Not Mirror. Something new.“Welcome to The Helix Division, Dr. Harrison,” said a voice from an intercom.“You’ve been difficult to find.”Kyle turned his head enough to see the faint outline of cameras embedded in the corners.“Who are you?” he rasped. “How long have I been out?” “Long enough for your res

CHAPTER 9 : ECHO NETWORK Three weeks after the storm, Atlanta no longer slept.Neon lights blinked through a haze of electromagnetic dust, and the air itself tasted metallic. Every few hours, the sky stuttered white static rippling through the clouds like a heartbeat. People called it the Pulse Weather. Scientists called it an anomaly. To Kyle Harrison, it felt like guilt made visible.He walked through the shell of an old subway interchange, boots splashing through rainwater and oil. The Echo Network’s hideout buzzed with restless energy hacked servers, ration boxes, and faces illuminated by the glow of stolen screens. They were fugitives, prophets, criminals, and believers all packed into one underground dream.Marcus leaned over a bank of monitors, muttering to himself. “Satellite pings say Division patrols hit Decatur last night. Half the Resonant camps scattered.”Kyle nodded without answering. His reflection in the cracked glass looked older, harder. The light that once flared