RIVAL’S POV
Most nights I don’t dream, I mean I don't get the luxury.
But last night, I saw the wall again.
The bloodstained tunnel. The girl from Base Twelve, choking on her own teeth, her eyes blown wide with fear. The last thing she’d said echoed over and over in my skull like a whisper caught in a drainpipe.
"Below the tunnels... under the bones…"
It didn’t mean anything back then.
But it does now.
Because I saw it again. Not in the dream—in real life.
That same scratched symbol.
Three parallel lines crossed by a curved s***h, like someone carving a wound into the concrete.
I saw it during the mission last night. Not where it was supposed to be. Not anywhere near standard patrol routes. It was hidden behind the pipes leading out of the chemical testing unit. Same mark from th
