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The Tokyo feed played on repeat.
That tank. That name.
Violet Grayson.
It wasn’t just another clone. It was evolution. They weren’t mimicking me anymore. They were improving me. And this time, she wasn’t waking up in the dark—she was waking in a lab prepared for her.
"She’s almost ready," Theo said, dragging his fingers through his hair as he stared at the encrypted files. "These aren’t just backups. They're fully strategized personalities built from the fragments of your psyche."
"What do you mean?" Jace asked, voice tight.
Theo turned, face grim. "Leah has been the code base for years. The program doesn’t just copy her. It splits her. Each version represents a different facet. Strength. Emotion. Obedience. Violence."
I swallowed hard. "Violet... She's my darker half."
"Exact
