The five men in trench coats had not moved a muscle since their leader spoke. They stood like pillars of stone, their expressions etched with a weary, bureaucratic coldness that was far more terrifying than the erratic monsters Thiago had faced before."I’m not going anywhere with you," Thiago repeated, his voice echoing in the sudden, absolute stillness of the suburban street.The man in the center—the one with the sad, graying eyes—sighed, a sound that seemed to drain the color from the surrounding trees. "You have a knack for the dramatic, Thiago. I suppose that’s why you were chosen as the anchor. But anchors are meant to stay at the bottom of the ocean, not drag the ship down with them."Thiago backed away, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. "I’m not an anchor. I’m a person. I have a life.""You have a temporary file," the man countered, stepping forward again. "And it’s corrupted. Every time you ‘break the loop,’ you bleed more reality into the void. Look

The light pouring from the altar wasn’t just brightness; it was a physical weight, a golden pressure that pushed against Thiago’s lungs until every breath felt like inhaling spun glass. The massive, rusted gears surrounding them began to spin, producing a shriek of metal that threatened to liquefy their eardrums.Putri stumbled back, her hand still locked in his, her face washed out in the blinding glow. "Thiago! Pull it out! It’s consuming us!""I can't!" Thiago shouted, his hand glued to the base of the feather. "It’s stuck! It’s like it’s fused to the pedestal!"The air in the chamber began to hum, shifting from a mechanical screech to a deep, resonant tone that vibrated through the very marrow of his bones. A shadow began to detach itself from the central column of light, stretching and folding until it occupied the space directly in front of them. It coalesced into the figure of a man—not the shimmering, static-filled projection he’d seen in his bedroom, but something more solid,

The air crackled with the discordant presence of Hermes, his form a nexus of starlight and shadow behind Professor Halloway. The familiar, yet terrifyingly amplified, hum of the Custodians’ directives vibrated through Thiago’s very bones. He and Putri were trapped, not just in the library, but in a meticulously crafted web."Ah, the little anchors," Hermes’s voice purred, a silken threat that resonated with the metallic echo Thiago had learned to dread. "Still playing dress-up in the library, are we? I thought you two would have learned by now that this place is a bit too… well-documented for your games."Thiago felt Putri’s hand tighten on his. He’d thought they had escaped, had broken the system, but Hermes was here, a chilling reminder that the game was far from over. He glanced at Halloway, who was staring at Hermes and the library agents with a bewildered, almost childlike expression. The professor’s earlier shock at seeing them alive seemed to have been overshadowed by the surre