Ravyn
The facility never truly slept, but the late night hours brought a different rhythm to the corridors. Fewer footsteps, dimmer lighting, and the subtle shift in guard rotations that Ravyn had been carefully observing for the past two days.
She pressed herself against the bars of her cell, listening for the telltale signs that it was time. Down the corridor, she could hear the soft scraping sound that had become familiar—metal against concrete, barely audible unless you were specifically listening for it.
*Sarah.*
Subject Nine had been trying to communicate with the other prisoners for weeks, using a system of taps and scrapes that the guards hadn’t noticed. Tonight would be Ravyn’s first real conversation with another hybrid prisoner.
The scraping came again, three short bursts f
