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Elara ran.

She burst through the fire door into the ground-floor loading bay. Rain was lashing down outside—real rain, the cold, honest rain of the Atlantic. A single security guard stood by the exit, his back to her. He was swaying gently. Black threads snaked from his collar up his jawline.

The door screeched open. Salt wind slapped her face. She stumbled out onto the dock, gasping. umbrella corporation theme

Tonight, the umbrella would open for everyone.

The lights in the observation room flickered. Once. Twice. Then they turned a deep, arterial red. Alarms did not blare. Alarms were for emergencies. This was not an emergency. This was launch. Elara ran

Then came the incident with Subject 07.

Marks shrugged. "Deep contemplation? The Nyx strain enhances cognitive function." A single security guard stood by the exit, his back to her

She didn't run to the elevators—those were Thorne’s territory. She ran for the old maintenance stairwell, the one that predated The Cap’s renovation, the one not on any digital schematic. Her heels clattered on the iron grates. Behind her, she heard a soft, wet sound, like a sponge being wrung out. She glanced back.

"Director, Subject 07 is exhibiting extr—"

"Textbook," Marks replied, not looking up from his screen. "Neural plasticity increased 340%. No aggression markers. He's perfect."

Behind her, The Cap hummed its low, tooth-aching note. Through the obsidian glass, she could see them now—hundreds of them, standing in perfect rows inside the lobby, facing her. Not chasing. Just watching. Waiting. Their hands pressed against the glass, leaving black prints.