2026-01-10 19:19:22
Previous Chapter
Latest Chapter
195. The pressure beneath silence
The city exhaled, but it did not relax.Dawn crept in reluctantly, a thin gray light seeping between buildings as though the sun itself was uncertain whether it was welcome. The rain had stopped sometime before morning, leaving the streets slick and reflective, mirrors that showed too much if one stared for too long.Adam stood at the edge of a rooftop several floors above the street, watching the city wake with a stillness that felt practiced. Below him, cars moved, people emerged from apartment buildings, vendors set up carts. Life resumed its shape—but the rhythm was off. Every movement carried a hesitation, a half-beat delay, as if the world were waiting for a cue it had not yet received.Lilith joined him, wrapping her coat tighter around herself. “People don’t know why they’re scared,” she said quietly. “That’s the worst kind.”“Yes,” Adam replied. “Fear without context seeks meaning.”Malrick stirred within him, not sharply this time, but with a low, constant awareness. They wi
194. The sound of a world holding its breath
The city did not sleep.Even as the night deepened, windows remained lit far longer than they should have been. Televisions murmured in living rooms where no one was watching. Phones buzzed with half-formed alerts that vanished the moment they appeared. Somewhere beneath the noise of ordinary life, a quieter rhythm pulsed—slow, deliberate, patient.Adam felt it with every step.They moved through back streets and alleys, avoiding open spaces instinctively now. The world had begun to behave like a nervous animal—unpredictable, easily startled, prone to sudden violence when pressed too far. Every passing stranger carried a faint echo, a whisper of something listening through them, measuring, cataloging.Lilith walked beside Adam, her shoulders tight, her eyes constantly scanning reflections—storefront glass, puddles on the pavement, the dark sheen of parked cars. She had learned the hard way that the first sign of intrusion was often not sight, but symmetry. Things lining up too neatly.
193. When the walls begin to listen
The church doors closed again behind Father Grant, the wood settling into place with a muted thud that sounded far too final for something so ordinary.Rain kept falling.Adam remained where he was, hand still pressed against the stone wall, as though removing it might cause the structure—or himself—to come apart. The fracture inside him had not quieted after Father Grant’s words. If anything, it had grown more alert, like a predator lifting its head after catching a scent it recognized.“They’re closer than you think,” Lilith repeated under her breath. “I hate sentences like that.”Kaleb glanced from the church to Adam. “Please tell me he was being metaphorical.”Adam shook his head slowly. “No. He was being honest.”That unsettled Kaleb more than if Adam had said dangerous. Honest meant choice. It meant awareness. It meant people stepping into this willingly.Malrick’s presence deepened, thickening like fog pooling in a low place. The institution learned how to listen, he said. It d
192. Fault lines beneath the skin
The rain did not stop when morning came.It softened, thinned into a gray curtain that blurred the city into something unfinished, as if the world itself had not fully decided what shape it wanted to keep. Adam woke to that sound—the persistent whisper of water against glass—and for a few seconds, he did not remember where he was or why his bones felt as if they had been hollowed out and refilled with lead.Then the fracture stirred.It no longer screamed when he surfaced from sleep. That alone unsettled him.The apartment was quiet. Too quiet. No hum from the refrigerator, no distant sirens, no muffled voices from neighboring units. The silence pressed in, dense and watchful, like the pause before something moved.Adam pushed himself upright on the couch. Every muscle protested, but he ignored it. Pain was familiar. Silence was not.Lilith sat on the floor a few feet away, back against the wall, knees drawn to her chest. She hadn’t slept. He could tell by the tension in her shoulders
191. The shape of what comes next
The ambulance lights washed the apartment walls in pulses of red and white, stretching shadows into long, distorted limbs that crawled across the ceiling. Agent Rowe was wheeled out on a stretcher, her face pale, eyes closed, chest rising and falling with the mechanical steadiness of someone who had been forcibly returned to themselves.Lilith watched from the doorway, arms crossed tight against her ribs, as if holding herself together required constant pressure.“She won’t remember,” the medic said, more statement than reassurance. “At least, not clearly. Severe dissociation. Neurological trauma consistent with prolonged fugue states.”A lie that almost passed for truth.Lilith nodded anyway and stepped back, letting the door close. The apartment fell quiet again, but it was not the same quiet as before. This one was alert. Listening.Adam stood near the window, staring out at the street below. The city looked unchanged—cars moving, people gathering, life continuing with its stubborn
190. Echoes that learn to breathe
The aftermath clung to the street like residue.Police cordons went up within minutes, yellow tape snapping in the wind as officers tried—and failed—to impose order on a scene that refused to behave like a normal crime site. Witnesses spoke in fragments, their stories contradicting one another in ways that made reports unusable. Shadows moving on their own. A man who looked like another man. The air turning thick, hard to breathe.Adam was already gone by the time the first official camera crews arrived.Lilith’s apartment felt smaller now, its walls pressing inward as if the space itself had begun to listen too closely. Adam sat on the floor this time, back against the couch, eyes closed. His breathing was controlled, but each inhale scraped raw against something deeper than lungs.Kaleb hovered near the kitchen doorway, unsure where to put his hands, his words, himself. Lilith knelt in front of Adam, close enough to steady him if he tipped but not touching—yet.“You collapsed the pa
You may also like
Beyond The Immortal
Shin Novel 28.7K viewsI AM DESTINY'S MISTAKE
Dere_Isaac16.8K viewsMonster Hunters
Datdepressedguy 16.3K viewsPRIMORDIAL LORD OF CHAOS
Supreme king23.8K viewsIn Another World with Battle God System
Reset1.0K viewsA Vampire's Tale
Chaoswalker7 1.9K viewsNEPHLEM
Trevor.M.Muma1.7K viewsThe Seven Demon's Tamer
Saliu Ibrahim1.5K views