Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the gloves on her hands, the synthetic material crackling as she stepped into the containment chamber. The air here was different—thicker, almost viscous, like breathing through a curtain of static. Her boots echoed against the steel…
Mara’s boots sank into the mud as she stepped off the bus, the scent of pine resin and damp earth thick in the air. The town of Black Hollow clung to the valley like a shadow, its buildings hunched against…
Mara stepped off the creaking ferry, her boots sinking into the damp gravel of the harbor. The salt air stung her nose, sharp and familiar, like the scent of her father’s old coat. She hadn’t set foot in Ironclad Bay…
The salt air clung to Mara’s skin as she adjusted the lantern on the cliffside dock, its amber glow slicing through the dusk. The sea whispered against the rocks below, a sound so familiar it felt like a second heartbeat.…
The air inside the facility reeked of rust and static, a metallic tang clinging to the back of Dr. Elara Voss’s throat. She stepped over a shattered monitor, its screen flickering with corrupted data streams. The hallway stretched before her,…
The air in the Nevada desert was thick with static, as if the sky itself held its breath. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the synthetic material crackling against her skin, and stepped into the sterile glow of the containment…
Dr. Lila Voss adjusted the monitor, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as the neural scanner pulsed with a faint blue glow. Subject 9 lay still on the examination table, their chest rising in slow, measured increments. The brain scans…
Dr. Lila Voss adjusted the sterile gloves on her hands, the latex creaking as she leaned over the observation table. The man lying beneath the thin sheet—Elias Mercer—had no idea how close he was to unraveling everything she believed about…
The salt air bit Lila’s cheeks as she picked up the journal, its leather cover cracked with age. She flipped through the pages, the scent of old paper and something metallic lingering. ‘This isn’t just a diary,’ she whispered, tracing…
The air inside the Arctic research station tasted metallic, like rusted steel and static. Dr. Elara Voss pressed her gloved hand against the glass of the observation dome, her breath fogging the pane. Outside, the aurora shimmered in green and…
The air smelled of damp earth and pine resin as Mara stepped off the rusted bus, her boots crunching on gravel. The town of Blackmoor clung to the hills like a shadow, its crooked buildings leaning against the wind. She…
Dr. Elara Voss stepped into the sterile white corridor, her boots clicking against the linoleum floor. The air smelled of antiseptic and old metal, a scent that clung to her like a second skin. She had been here for three…
Mara pulled her coat tighter as the wind shrieked through the pines, biting at her exposed skin. The lighthouse stood ahead, its beam slicing the night like a blade. She hadn’t set foot in Hollow’s End since the summer her…
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…
Clara’s boots crunched over gravel as she pulled her coat tighter, the wind slicing through the collar. The lighthouse stood at the edge of the world, its white paint peeling like sunburned skin. She hadn’t spoken to her aunt since…