I sat in the dim glow of the computer screen, fingers moving in a feverish rhythm over the keyboard. The stolen data was a labyrinth of encrypted files, redacted names, and digital ghosts. Each line of code led me deeper into the rabbit hole, my pulse quickening with every decrypted fragment.
Zero wasn’t just a phantom the Overseers had conjured up. He had a past, a real identity—one that they had erased.
And I was about to find out who he was.
The screen flickered as I bypassed another layer of encryption. A list of names scrolled before my eyes—people who had been rewritten. Repurposed.
I clenched my jaw. How many lives had they stolen? How many people had been wiped clean like a goddamn hard drive, stripped of their memories, and turned into weapons?
And then I saw it.
Subject-07:
