The alley smelled of static and overripe fruit. Clementine didn’t bother flinching. She hadn’t in years. Rain, or what passed for it—a chemical mist Arcadia Corp seeded to “regulate atmosphere”—slicked the corrugated metal walls. Above, the ruined skyscrapers clawed at…
The fever rattled Janek’s bones. Not the heat, though that clung like wet wool, but the *seeing*. It began with soot. The way it swirled from the flues, settling not as darkness, but as… shapes. Patterns. Like the butcher’s tally…
Act 1: The Discovery & Isolation The rain in Seattle was a constant, grey companion. Elias Thorne found a certain comfort in it, a mirroring of the relentless data streams that consumed his life. He’d spent the last five years…