The monitors flickered again.
Selene stood frozen, eyes locked on the pulsing coordinates: Heart Zero. Her breath felt like shards in her lungs, her fingers twitching near the gun at her hip, not from fear, but something colder.
Purpose.
“Vincent,” she said softly, “prep the car. We move at dawn.”
“You want to hit a facility that hasn’t been touched in over twenty years?”
“No. I want to unearth a grave that still breathes.”
He paused, eyes on her, that same quiet stare he always gave when he thought she was about to tip over the line. “And what if you find something you weren’t meant to remember?”
She didn’t blink. “Then I’ll burn it again.”
Behind her, the screen changed one last time, unprompted.
The file closed.
Another opened.
No sound. Just grainy footage. A girl strapped
