Three months after Kira joined, the warehouse felt like a small town. Eleven people. One child. Two dogs that Marcus found somewhere.
“We need a bigger table,” Elena said.
“We need a bigger warehouse,” Rina replied.
Julian sat in his usual spot. Cane nearby. Gray hair white now. His eighty-year-old body, but his eyes were still sharp.
The band on his wrist hadn’t spoken in weeks. The Dreamer was asleep. The Origin was silent.
Peace.
Then Kira screamed.
The Voice
“Someone’s calling,” Kira said, hands over her ears. “Not thoughts. A voice. From very far away. It’s saying a name.”
“What name?” Lily asked.
“Julian.”
Everyone looked at the old man.
“Me?”
Kira nodded. “It’s not human. It’s like the fragments. But older. Much older.”
SYSTEM: ANOMALY DETECTED. UNKNOWN FRAGMENT SIGNAT
