
The Silent Code
The air in the chamber tasted metallic, like old coins and rusted pipes. Subject 17 lay on the steel table, wrists bound to cold metal loops, eyes fixed on the flickering overhead light. The hum of machines droned in their…
The air in the chamber tasted metallic, like old coins and rusted pipes. Subject 17 lay on the steel table, wrists bound to cold metal loops, eyes fixed on the flickering overhead light. The hum of machines droned in their…