"Batch 21021. Up next to enter."
The announcement echoed—flat, final.
"Brother," she said quietly, "let's set a code. Something only we'd use to recognize each other."
"Uhm."
A brief pause.
"So… how about hey, sexy?"
"…Sure."
The hall stretched wide and black—packed.
Ten thousand bodies in identical white tracksuits.
Like livestock.
Waiting.
A familiar voice cut through the noise.
It didn't rise—yet it silenced everything.
Nervous whispers. Excited murmurs. Fear. Indifference.
"All subjects will now be transferred," it said, calm and absolute, "to a world where you will assume your assigned roles."
A pause.
"You are to dismantle its narrative."
Another.
"Corrupt its order. Reduce it to chaos."
The words settled like weight.
"Destroy the protagonist's fate."
"In one month, all while being unsuspected."
Silence tightened.
"This batch consists of one thousand individuals. Ten voids.Roles will be allocated based on cognitive capacity, emotional range, ruthlessness, and other determining factors."
No emotion. Just procedure.
"Perform adequately—and survive."
A beat.
"Fail—and you will not."
A faint shift rippled through the crowd.
"Each void will recieve 100 of you . Each nation will receive 10 of you."
"You will be deployed, tested, and rotated… until your optimal domain is identified."
A pause.then
"May those you despise become your allies in the next cycle." in a spiting tone .
No one spoke.
"All the best."
"For further guidance, your system will assist you."
A final pause.
"If you fail to perform, your system will terminate you."
"If you fail to report within three months…"
A fraction quieter—
"…the organization will."
Silence swallowed the rest.
"You will be transported to your roles in five… four… three—"
"Oh—and one more thing."
The voice dropped, amused, teasing.
"You may only return here if you are killed within your assigned world… or die a natural death."
A chuckle .
"Two."
"One."
Black.
I woke up first.
A high ceiling. Clean lines.
Expensive.
Seven others in the room.
Not counting her.
Two faces I recognized from the hall.
The rest—strangers
I moved to Aelune, nudged her awake. No response.
So I lifted her, set her on the bed after checking it , then checked the room—doors, windows, angles.
Clearrrrrr~~.
Well atleast for now.
I sat at the edge of the bed to hide her .
Uff this place is dripping with
Old money vibes .
And there is—
Her.
In the corner.
Seated like she owned the place in a fucking throne in the bedroom , ruining the whole aesthetic of the room
Tsk
Red from head to toe. Boots. Belt. Presence.
Sharp features. Latina.
Watching.
Amused.
Like she cat with her belly full.
I let the silence stretch before finally addressing women .
"Sweetheart, I know I'm handsome but.. no need for you to stare so intently . I'm not gonna disappear….. probably " I said, a faint smirk tugging at my lips.
A slight tilt of my head.
"Any just so you know you are not my type , a little too gothic for my taste."letting my eyes rest on her black lipstick and smoky makeup .
She frowned—slow.
"Oh no," she said softly.
"Looks like you misunderstood my intention, newbie bcs if I truly wanted you then I will make you mine - dead or alive."
Her voice carried a cutting edge.
My eyes shone in anticipation,
"Reall-"
Before I could finish—
Aelune's voice slipped in.
"Then do you want me?"
Light. Deliberate.teasing
I glanced back.
She woke up .
The woman's gaze shifted, slow, measuring.
Up. Down.
Her eyes flickered .
"May be or may be not" she replied.
Then—
"Lisa, stop."