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Project lead Dr. Aris Thorne had watched the feed as the camera was lowered into the vacuum chamber. The first 26 images were black, empty voids. But the 27th was different.

The night the image was processed, the lab vanished. Not destroyed, not burned—just gone. Where the reinforced concrete building had stood, there was only a perfectly level circle of scorched earth. Elena-001-00027.jpg

Now, sitting in a dim safehouse, Thorne stared at the monitor. He noticed something he hadn't seen before. In the bottom right corner of the glitch, reflected in the golden hand’s "skin," was a reflection of a room. It was this room. His safehouse. Project lead Dr

A cold breeze stirred the papers on his desk. Thorne didn't look up from the screen. He didn't need to. In the reflection on the monitor's glass, a golden hand was reaching out from behind his chair, matching the exact posture of the figure in . But the 27th was different