The Nameless Visitor
Author: MDW
last update2025-04-29 21:30:35

The moment they opened the door, the midday breeze swept in—and with it, an unfamiliar tension.

The man standing there wasn’t anyone Clara or Brown recognized. He wore a gray coat too clean for a wanderer, and a pair of gloves despite the warmth of the day. His face was calm, unnaturally so, like a still lake masking deep currents.

“Brown Reinholt?” he asked, his voice low and smooth.

Brown stepped forward cautiously. “Who’s asking?”

The man didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pulled a sleek black ID chip from his coat and extended it. Clara scanned it instantly.

“No digital signature,” she said. “This chip isn’t from any known agency.”

The man smiled. “That’s because I don’t work for any known agency.”

Brown’s eyes narrowed. “Then what do you want with us?”

“I came to warn you,” the man said, his voice suddenly grave. “About your daughter.”

Clara’s stance tightened. “What about her?”

“There’s a protocol buried deep in the Echo Core’s remnants,” he continued. “One that activates whe
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