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C88: Frequency Cage
C88: Frequency CageThe radio in Seven’s hand hissed like something alive.Shhhhhh… crack… shhh…His eyes stayed flat.No panic. No shock. Just analysis.The frequency dial refused to behave. Every adjustment snapped back into place like it was locked by invisible teeth.1542. Always 1542.Seven exhaled once through his nose.“So it’s not a device,” he muttered internally. “It’s a loop.”The carriage around him groaned under cold pressure.Wind slipped through metal seams that should not have had gaps. The temperature kept dropping in unnatural pulses, like the train itself was forgetting how warmth worked.Seven didn’t react to it.Fear was noise. Noise was data. Data was useful only when structured.Still, something was off.His gaze flicked across the cabin.The light system.It should have been on.He clearly remembere
C87 — Radio Ghosts on Steel Tracks
C87 — Radio Ghosts on Steel TracksSeven stood still inside the dim carriage, eyes half-lowered as the cold vibration of the train structure hummed through his boots. The metal beneath him carried a low, restless thrum, like something breathing wrong under pressure.Outside, snow hammered the armored hull.Inside, tension was already leaking in.Chen Sixuan stood near the storage rack, her posture rigid, jaw slightly clenched. Not fear. Something more stubborn. Like frustration that had nowhere to go.She spoke first.“I don’t want to just hide behind this train anymore.”Her voice was steady, but Seven caught the edge underneath it. That sharp break in confidence that only showed after repeated survival pressure.Sha Sha blinked at her from the side, tilting her head.“You want to fight? Sister Chen, I’m not really good at teaching this stuff. I only know how to shoot. Like, point and pull the trigger
C86 — Silent Night Watch
C86 — Silent Night Watch Snow hit the train like static. Soft. Endless. A heavy iron beast sat dead still near the base of Daluo Mountain. No movement. No noise. Just cold metal swallowing the night. Inside, Seven stood at the window, eyes half-lowered, watching the dark like it owed him money. The “Infinity” wasn’t moving. Time had already chewed through the last two hours of daylight. Now it was night duty. Survival shift. Whatever name people liked to give sitting still and pretending the world outside wasn’t trying to kill you. He exhaled once. Slow. Controlled. Vrmm… the wind scraped the hull outside. Not peaceful. Never peaceful. Just waiting. --- Chen Sixuan moved through Carriage No. 1 with blankets in her arms. Careful steps. No wasted movement. KIKI lay bundled up, barely breathing, buried under layers like she was being buried on purpose. Chen added another blanket. Adjusted it. Checked again. Then she turned toward the back carriage. The Building was there.
C85: Broken Signal
C85: Broken SignalThe air felt wrong.Not silent. Not loud. Just… distorted, like reality itself had been bent and forgotten how to snap back.Seven stood inside the black prison, eyes tracking every micro movement.No panic. No hesitation.Just calculation.In front of him, the small girl spoke again, voice thin.“They are just annoying guys…” the four year old KIKI whispered, one hand pressing lightly against her chest, “But En Qi here hurts.”Seven’s gaze sharpened.Chest pain. Emotional anchor response. Memory bleed.Something was wrong with her timeline stability.Before he could respond, she turned.Walked away.Straight toward the iron bars where the older KIKI stood.Click.Her small hands moved fast.She grabbed the pistol from the older version’s grip.Seven’s eyes narrowed instantly.“Bad timing,” he muttered.
C84 — Fallen Echo
C84 — Fallen EchoSeven didn’t blink when the prison screen flickered.Click.The static tore open like a wound.A hallway appeared.Cold. Narrow. Dead quiet.Seven’s eyes tracked it instantly.No panic. No shock. Just analysis.‘Scenario feed. Memory projection. Or something pretending to be one.’A little girl sat on a bench.Three or four years old.Small frame. Knees tucked in.A faded teddy bear clutched in both hands.The toy was old. Repaired. Cleaned too carefully, like someone had tried to erase time itself from its seams.Seven narrowed his eyes.‘Too clean for an orphanage item. Someone kept fixing it.’The girl’s head was lowered.Not sleeping.Waiting.Like she’d been told not to move until the world remembered her existence.Footsteps echoed off-screen.Inside a nearby office, the do
C83 — Prison of Silence
C83 — Prison of SilenceThe air hit Seven first.Rot. Damp metal. Something old enough to have died twice.Click… click… click… a faint ringing crawled through his skull like broken glass shaking inside a tin box.Seven blinked once. Slow. Controlled.His vision swam in and out of focus. Darkness pressed in from every direction like a sealed lid. Not natural night. Something tighter. Something built.A prison.He didn’t move immediately. He listened first. Breathing. Distance. Echo.Nothing useful.Only that smell. Thick enough to taste.Seven finally shifted his weight. Chains? No. No restraints. Just a cold floor under his palms. Stone or metal, hard to tell. Moisture clung to his skin the moment he touched it.“Where am I…”His voice came out rough, like it had been dragged through sandpaper.He paused again. Waited for reaction.None.Good.<
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