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→ speak, her voice was clipped,
“ …The files before and after that day. Do they all follow the same tone? ”
Her meaning was clear beneath the question: How long did it go on? How much worse did it get?
“ …The files before and after that day. Do they all follow the same tone? ”
Her meaning was clear beneath the question: How long did it go on? How much worse did it get?
June 1, 2025 at 2:31 PM
→ speak, her voice was clipped,
“ …The files before and after that day. Do they all follow the same tone? ”
Her meaning was clear beneath the question: How long did it go on? How much worse did it get?
“ …The files before and after that day. Do they all follow the same tone? ”
Her meaning was clear beneath the question: How long did it go on? How much worse did it get?
→ couldn’t deny that. But he also 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 that date!
Her eyes slid back to the screen, then away just as fast. A flicker of something passed through her features then… Distaste, revulsion. Or guilt.
When she did →
Her eyes slid back to the screen, then away just as fast. A flicker of something passed through her features then… Distaste, revulsion. Or guilt.
When she did →
June 1, 2025 at 2:31 PM
→ couldn’t deny that. But he also 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 that date!
Her eyes slid back to the screen, then away just as fast. A flicker of something passed through her features then… Distaste, revulsion. Or guilt.
When she did →
Her eyes slid back to the screen, then away just as fast. A flicker of something passed through her features then… Distaste, revulsion. Or guilt.
When she did →
The urge to snap at him lingered in her violet eyes, the flash of it unmistakable. He could’ve picked 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦, any clip that didn’t feel like peeling back the skin of a wound that was never meant to heal cleanly. And he’d warned her, she →
June 1, 2025 at 2:31 PM
The urge to snap at him lingered in her violet eyes, the flash of it unmistakable. He could’ve picked 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦, any clip that didn’t feel like peeling back the skin of a wound that was never meant to heal cleanly. And he’d warned her, she →
→ her nose.
Then her voice came, low and sharp-edged.
“ You… wanted me to see 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵? ”
Then her voice came, low and sharp-edged.
“ You… wanted me to see 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵? ”
May 31, 2025 at 1:32 AM
→ her nose.
Then her voice came, low and sharp-edged.
“ You… wanted me to see 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵? ”
Then her voice came, low and sharp-edged.
“ You… wanted me to see 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵? ”
→ the will to halfway through. She held the mouse like it was something unpleasant to touch as she dragged the cursor off the video, pausing it with a quiet but forceful final click.
Drawing a line.
She exhaled through →
Drawing a line.
She exhaled through →
May 31, 2025 at 1:32 AM
→ the will to halfway through. She held the mouse like it was something unpleasant to touch as she dragged the cursor off the video, pausing it with a quiet but forceful final click.
Drawing a line.
She exhaled through →
Drawing a line.
She exhaled through →
She didn’t answer right away.
The glow of the monitor bathed her features in a pale blue light, but . . she wasn’t interested in watching any more. Not really.
Her jaw still firmly set, lips slightly parted like she’d started to say something but lost →
The glow of the monitor bathed her features in a pale blue light, but . . she wasn’t interested in watching any more. Not really.
Her jaw still firmly set, lips slightly parted like she’d started to say something but lost →
May 31, 2025 at 1:32 AM
She didn’t answer right away.
The glow of the monitor bathed her features in a pale blue light, but . . she wasn’t interested in watching any more. Not really.
Her jaw still firmly set, lips slightly parted like she’d started to say something but lost →
The glow of the monitor bathed her features in a pale blue light, but . . she wasn’t interested in watching any more. Not really.
Her jaw still firmly set, lips slightly parted like she’d started to say something but lost →
→ professional detachment there. Just one very real, very human swell of fury.
May 4, 2025 at 9:10 PM
→ professional detachment there. Just one very real, very human swell of fury.
→ and labeled?
Her hand hovered over the mouse, but she didn’t pause the video, no. Not yet. She felt like she owed it to him to see it through. Even if part of her wanted to shut it all down and erase it from existence.
No longer a hacker’s →
Her hand hovered over the mouse, but she didn’t pause the video, no. Not yet. She felt like she owed it to him to see it through. Even if part of her wanted to shut it all down and erase it from existence.
No longer a hacker’s →
May 4, 2025 at 9:10 PM
→ and labeled?
Her hand hovered over the mouse, but she didn’t pause the video, no. Not yet. She felt like she owed it to him to see it through. Even if part of her wanted to shut it all down and erase it from existence.
No longer a hacker’s →
Her hand hovered over the mouse, but she didn’t pause the video, no. Not yet. She felt like she owed it to him to see it through. Even if part of her wanted to shut it all down and erase it from existence.
No longer a hacker’s →
→ Couldn’t, not while the recording played. But out of the corner of her eye, she knew he was watching too.
And that made it worse.
What kind of monster records something like this? What kind of evil, twisted freak files it away, neat and →
And that made it worse.
What kind of monster records something like this? What kind of evil, twisted freak files it away, neat and →
May 4, 2025 at 9:10 PM
→ Couldn’t, not while the recording played. But out of the corner of her eye, she knew he was watching too.
And that made it worse.
What kind of monster records something like this? What kind of evil, twisted freak files it away, neat and →
And that made it worse.
What kind of monster records something like this? What kind of evil, twisted freak files it away, neat and →
→ like an intruder just for witnessing it. It was something private in the way trauma always is… and yet, here she was.
Staring right into it.
“ …Shit, ” she muttered under her breath, barely audible, spine stiff as a wire.
She didn't look at him. →
Staring right into it.
“ …Shit, ” she muttered under her breath, barely audible, spine stiff as a wire.
She didn't look at him. →
May 4, 2025 at 9:10 PM
→ like an intruder just for witnessing it. It was something private in the way trauma always is… and yet, here she was.
Staring right into it.
“ …Shit, ” she muttered under her breath, barely audible, spine stiff as a wire.
She didn't look at him. →
Staring right into it.
“ …Shit, ” she muttered under her breath, barely audible, spine stiff as a wire.
She didn't look at him. →
→ and blood spilled over cracked pavement, watched as friends vanished under the grind of systems that didn’t care if one lived or died.
She’d seen worse, but there was something intimate in this kind of suffering, something that made her feel →
She’d seen worse, but there was something intimate in this kind of suffering, something that made her feel →
May 4, 2025 at 9:10 PM
→ and blood spilled over cracked pavement, watched as friends vanished under the grind of systems that didn’t care if one lived or died.
She’d seen worse, but there was something intimate in this kind of suffering, something that made her feel →
She’d seen worse, but there was something intimate in this kind of suffering, something that made her feel →
→ no mistaking the weight of him, even stripped of everything else. That was the problem. That recognition.
It hit low in her stomach, tight and uncomfortable.
The world had never been gentle to someone like her. She’d witnessed bodies broken in alleyways →
It hit low in her stomach, tight and uncomfortable.
The world had never been gentle to someone like her. She’d witnessed bodies broken in alleyways →
May 4, 2025 at 9:10 PM
→ no mistaking the weight of him, even stripped of everything else. That was the problem. That recognition.
It hit low in her stomach, tight and uncomfortable.
The world had never been gentle to someone like her. She’d witnessed bodies broken in alleyways →
It hit low in her stomach, tight and uncomfortable.
The world had never been gentle to someone like her. She’d witnessed bodies broken in alleyways →
→ slumped, exposed. Stripped of not only strength but dignity. Not the confident blonde she’d come to know so far. This version of Takii looked like a man barely hanging onto consciousness.
And despite the ruin, she knew it was him instantly. There was →
And despite the ruin, she knew it was him instantly. There was →
May 4, 2025 at 9:10 PM
→ slumped, exposed. Stripped of not only strength but dignity. Not the confident blonde she’d come to know so far. This version of Takii looked like a man barely hanging onto consciousness.
And despite the ruin, she knew it was him instantly. There was →
And despite the ruin, she knew it was him instantly. There was →
The light from the screen cast shifting shadows across her face, but it couldn't mask the way her jaw subtly clenched as the scene played out; umistakably real despite the low-res compression.
His posture was… all wrong, →
His posture was… all wrong, →
May 4, 2025 at 9:10 PM
The light from the screen cast shifting shadows across her face, but it couldn't mask the way her jaw subtly clenched as the scene played out; umistakably real despite the low-res compression.
His posture was… all wrong, →
His posture was… all wrong, →
→ in the stillness . . . Followed by a small loading circle spinning once, before the screen dimmed slightly and the video in question began to play before their eyes.
May 4, 2025 at 3:43 PM
→ in the stillness . . . Followed by a small loading circle spinning once, before the screen dimmed slightly and the video in question began to play before their eyes.
“ God forbid you have a bad hair day on footage. ”
Despite her mocking tone, her focus sharpened the instant he gave the date.
A crisp 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬-𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 of the mouse →
Despite her mocking tone, her focus sharpened the instant he gave the date.
A crisp 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬-𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 of the mouse →
May 4, 2025 at 3:43 PM
“ God forbid you have a bad hair day on footage. ”
Despite her mocking tone, her focus sharpened the instant he gave the date.
A crisp 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬-𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 of the mouse →
Despite her mocking tone, her focus sharpened the instant he gave the date.
A crisp 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬-𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 of the mouse →
→ with that half-lidded look again.
“ …Hey, Goldilocks, ” she said without turning fully to face him, the name rolling off her tongue like she’d used it a hundred times before.
“ Don’t tell me you’re squeamish? ”
“ …Hey, Goldilocks, ” she said without turning fully to face him, the name rolling off her tongue like she’d used it a hundred times before.
“ Don’t tell me you’re squeamish? ”
May 2, 2025 at 9:26 AM
→ with that half-lidded look again.
“ …Hey, Goldilocks, ” she said without turning fully to face him, the name rolling off her tongue like she’d used it a hundred times before.
“ Don’t tell me you’re squeamish? ”
“ …Hey, Goldilocks, ” she said without turning fully to face him, the name rolling off her tongue like she’d used it a hundred times before.
“ Don’t tell me you’re squeamish? ”
Her head turned just slightly, a delayed register of his proximity.
“ Huh? ” she breathed, startled less by the question and more by the fact that she’d momentarily forgotten he was even there.
Then the corner of her mouth twitched, and she eased back →
“ Huh? ” she breathed, startled less by the question and more by the fact that she’d momentarily forgotten he was even there.
Then the corner of her mouth twitched, and she eased back →
May 2, 2025 at 9:26 AM
Her head turned just slightly, a delayed register of his proximity.
“ Huh? ” she breathed, startled less by the question and more by the fact that she’d momentarily forgotten he was even there.
Then the corner of her mouth twitched, and she eased back →
“ Huh? ” she breathed, startled less by the question and more by the fact that she’d momentarily forgotten he was even there.
Then the corner of her mouth twitched, and she eased back →
→ this was likely the closest she ever got to pure elation.
May 1, 2025 at 5:25 AM
→ this was likely the closest she ever got to pure elation.
→ beneath enough layers of protection to be forgotten forever, no doubt.
“ Try to erase 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 in time, freakshow, ” she hissed, eyes gleaming with the edge of something joyful and vindictive. For a woman who so often wore apathy like a second skin, →
“ Try to erase 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 in time, freakshow, ” she hissed, eyes gleaming with the edge of something joyful and vindictive. For a woman who so often wore apathy like a second skin, →
May 1, 2025 at 5:25 AM
→ beneath enough layers of protection to be forgotten forever, no doubt.
“ Try to erase 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 in time, freakshow, ” she hissed, eyes gleaming with the edge of something joyful and vindictive. For a woman who so often wore apathy like a second skin, →
“ Try to erase 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 in time, freakshow, ” she hissed, eyes gleaming with the edge of something joyful and vindictive. For a woman who so often wore apathy like a second skin, →
The world had narrowed to a screen full of panicked defense protocols.
Somewhere, far on the other end of the line, she could almost imagine them sweating . . . whoever ‘they’ were. Someone who thought their dead-end blacksite data had been laid to rest →
Somewhere, far on the other end of the line, she could almost imagine them sweating . . . whoever ‘they’ were. Someone who thought their dead-end blacksite data had been laid to rest →
May 1, 2025 at 5:25 AM
The world had narrowed to a screen full of panicked defense protocols.
Somewhere, far on the other end of the line, she could almost imagine them sweating . . . whoever ‘they’ were. Someone who thought their dead-end blacksite data had been laid to rest →
Somewhere, far on the other end of the line, she could almost imagine them sweating . . . whoever ‘they’ were. Someone who thought their dead-end blacksite data had been laid to rest →
→ trickled through.
“ There! ” She grinned, and it wasn’t a very polite expression.
“ Found you, you slippery bastard. “
There it was.
A fingerprint. An unintentional breath in the dark, one the enemy must have thought too shallow to notice.
“ There! ” She grinned, and it wasn’t a very polite expression.
“ Found you, you slippery bastard. “
There it was.
A fingerprint. An unintentional breath in the dark, one the enemy must have thought too shallow to notice.
April 30, 2025 at 9:31 PM
→ trickled through.
“ There! ” She grinned, and it wasn’t a very polite expression.
“ Found you, you slippery bastard. “
There it was.
A fingerprint. An unintentional breath in the dark, one the enemy must have thought too shallow to notice.
“ There! ” She grinned, and it wasn’t a very polite expression.
“ Found you, you slippery bastard. “
There it was.
A fingerprint. An unintentional breath in the dark, one the enemy must have thought too shallow to notice.
→ crazed precision.
“ Not AI. 𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣.
And they…
Just… twitched. ”
Her hand paused over the keyboard for a split second, before she pounced on a terminal command that →
“ Not AI. 𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣.
And they…
Just… twitched. ”
Her hand paused over the keyboard for a split second, before she pounced on a terminal command that →
April 30, 2025 at 9:31 PM
→ crazed precision.
“ Not AI. 𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣.
And they…
Just… twitched. ”
Her hand paused over the keyboard for a split second, before she pounced on a terminal command that →
“ Not AI. 𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣.
And they…
Just… twitched. ”
Her hand paused over the keyboard for a split second, before she pounced on a terminal command that →
“ Someone’s still guarding this stuff, apparently, ” she murmured, voice pitched low with awe and adrenaline. Her pupils shrank as her eyes danced across the incoming strings of information, parsing patterns with a kind of →
April 30, 2025 at 9:31 PM
“ Someone’s still guarding this stuff, apparently, ” she murmured, voice pitched low with awe and adrenaline. Her pupils shrank as her eyes danced across the incoming strings of information, parsing patterns with a kind of →