The dream came in flashes.
Red warning lights spinning overhead.
A lab. Flooded. Screaming.
A boy with black hair, pressing a whistle to her lips.
*“Breathe with me, Amber."*
Her throat burned. Her hands were shaking.
Then—pain. Bright and sharp, right behind her eyes.
White coats shouting.
Then silence.
Amber jolted awake, heart hammering. Sweat clung to her neck despite the cold air.
Beside her, Raven stirred. “You saw something."
She sat up, voice tight. “Just a dream."
“No." He leaned on one elbow. “Not *just*."
Amber gripped her knees. “I think I saw where it started. The experiments."
Raven's expression shifted. “Which lab?"
“Underground. Cold. Red lights. There were children in glass rooms."
He inhaled sharply. “Code Zero facility."
“You know it?"
“I escaped from i
