The virus had a name.
When Voss dropped the report onto the polished mahogany desk, Ava already felt her body tense. Her fingers dug into the armrest of the chair before her eyes even skimmed the words. She didn’t need to read to know the ghost they had unearthed. Some names don’t die, no matter how deep you bury them.
Still, her gaze slid downward, tracing the black letters.
Name: Damian Rhys
Alias: Seven
Location: Unknown
Status: Presumed dead — until now
Her throat closed.
The room was quiet except for the hum of the projector and the faint static buzz of the security monitors lining the wall. But inside her chest, there was a roar — memory and dread colliding until her breath shuddered.
Voss’s voice cut through the silence, even, but unsteady in a way she had never heard befor
