Unit 07 lunged. Sena blocked—left arm, redirected, side step—but the clone had already anticipated the redirection. A knee drove into Sena’s ribs. She gasped, stumbled, and in that microsecond of pain, saw the truth.
Not even when she found the first note slipped under her pillow. sena ayanami
The second note came taped to the underside of her desk. Unit 07 lunged
Hoshino was reaching for a panel on the wall. Sena didn’t bother running. She picked up a shard of glass and threw it with the same motion she’d practiced a thousand times for darts, for knives, for anything that flew. She gasped, stumbled, and in that microsecond of
She had Sena’s face.
The Academy had a basement, technically. A sub-level labeled “Maintenance” on every map. But Sena had never seen a janitor descend those stairs. She had never seen anyone enter at all. Three nights later, dressed in dark gym clothes with her hair pinned tight, Sena picked the lock on the basement door. It took her twelve seconds. The stairs went down farther than they should have—four flights, then five, the air growing cold and metallic. At the bottom, a single reinforced door with a retinal scanner.