Brutal Experimentations, Unexpected Content
The air in the Arctic Circle was sharp, biting at exposed skin like a thousand tiny knives. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, her breath visible in the frigid silence. The research facility, a labyrinth of steel and glass, loomed…
The first time she saw it, the shadow was too sharp. Not the kind that flickered at the edge of her vision, but a solid thing, standing in the corner of her apartment where no light reached. It didn’t move…
The town of Cedar Hollow had always been a place where secrets lingered in the misty air, but nothing prepared Clara Voss for the unraveling that began the day she found the note. It was tucked beneath the door of…
The air inside the facility hummed with a low, electric tension, like a storm brewing just beyond the reach of sight. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the synthetic material stiff against her skin, and stared at the glass chamber…
Dr. Elara Voss had not spoken to another human in two years. The lab’s air reeked of antiseptic and burnt metal, a scent she’d long since stopped noticing. Her fingers trembled as she adjusted the spectrometer, its needle quivering over…
The salt air bit sharp against Mara’s cheeks as she stepped off the ferry, her boots crunching over gravel. The town of Seabrook hadn’t changed—same creaking docks, same bleached-white houses clinging to the cliffs. But the businesses along Main Street…
The air in the sublevel chamber tasted metallic, like rusted wires and static. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the latex creaking as she pressed a palm against the glass wall of the containment unit. Inside, the thing pulsed—slow, rhythmic,…
Dr. Elara Voss had not spoken to anyone in three years when she found the subject. The lab smelled of rust and static, a relic of the old quantum research programs buried beneath the university’s decommissioned facilities. She’d come to…
The rain lashed against the glass of the high-rise, turning the city below into a blur of neon and shadow. Mara Voss stood at the edge of her office, fingers curled around the rim of a coffee mug, its warmth…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the neural interface, her fingers trembling as the hum of the machine filled the sterile lab. The air smelled of ozone and antiseptic, a scent that had become familiar over the past year. She stared at…
Dr. Elara Voss awoke to the sterile scent of antiseptic and the hum of machines, her pulse a frantic drum against her ribs. The white ceiling above blurred at the edges, fractured like glass. She sat up, wincing as a…
The air in Willow Creek smelled of damp earth and diesel exhaust as Mara stepped off the bus, her boots crunching over gravel. The town had not changed in ten years—same crooked streetlights, same rusted chain-link fence around the abandoned…
The Argent Compound hummed like a trapped insect, its steel ribs vibrating with the low growl of machinery. Dr. Elara Voss stood at the threshold of Chamber Seven, her breath fogging the glass as she stared at the thing inside.…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the sterile gloves on her hands, the rubber creaking like old leather. The lab hummed with the low whir of machines, a sound that had become as familiar as her own breath. Across from her, the…
The first time Elara Voss saw the Lumen Core, it was not in a lab. It was in a dream—no, a memory. A flicker of light behind her eyelids, a hum in her teeth, the scent of ozone and old…