Ch-55
Author: Cupidaris
last update2025-05-23 23:50:39

Nathan's boots echoed through the underground lab’s sterile corridor, a steady rhythm of urgency and restraint.

Subject 028C hung limply in his arms, her breath ragged, her face a mirror-image ghost of someone he was supposed to protect. Or rather, someone who was supposed to protect him!

She wasn’t Harper, but she was close enough to make him flinch every time she whispered his name like she remembered him.

"I told you not to come back here…"

Harrow snapped the moment he entered the quarantine bay. The old doctor looked up from his terminal, brows furrowed beneath the glow of a dozen screens.

Nathan laid the girl down on the examination table. “I had no choice. They were overwriting her with Harper’s neural map. She was bleeding memories she didn’t earn.”

“She’s unstable,” Harrow said, eyeing the subject like a ticking bomb. “It’s a half-graft. A neural parasite caught mid-feed. She’s not Harper. She’s not herself either. She’s a… glitch.”

A soft noise made them both freeze.

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