Emily found herself in her office, a relatively simple space: a desk with a computer, a calendar beside it, and a photo of her with a younger girl on the desk. In the picture, Emily had not yet reached adulthood.
The little girl next to Emily wore a sincere, sweet smile. Whenever Emily looked at that photo, the world seemed simpler, and nothing else mattered besides that image. Lost in distant memories, she was pulled back to reality by knocks echoing on her door.
Emily quickly reorganized herself, leaving those memories behind. She didnât think they would be useful at that moment; she had goals to achieve, and that was why she had become a researcher of anomalies.
âCome in!â
With that simple word, the door opened. Laura entered, and as she closed the door behind her, she walked toward Emilyâs desk with some papers in hand. Upon entering, Laura noticed the photo on the desk but knew it was a sensitive topic to discuss in Emilyâs presence, so she decided to ignore it.
âBoss, here are the results of the research weâve gathered so far on the new anomaly. It would be good if you could take a lookâ
After hearing this, Emily took the papers from Lauraâs hand and began to flip through them. About a week had passed since the anomaly arrived at their institute. During this time, they conducted some simple tests that helped them better understand the nature of the anomaly.
To be determined.
To be classified.
The anomaly presents itself externally as a girl, but it is likely to lack distinct feminine traits. Additionally, it has been confirmed that it also does not have masculine traits. Itâs possible that the anomaly has neither sex.
More tests are needed, but the anomaly has shown some understanding in conversations when gestures are used. Its intelligence does not resemble that of an adult; it may be closer to that of a five-year-old child.
Unknown. Possible anomalous power not yet cataloged.
No matter how much Emily wanted to be optimistic, the information she read about the anomaly was practically nonexistent. In summary, they still had nothing that would allow them to classify it, not even its anomalous power was known. If she had to take a guess, she would say the anomalyâs power was related to its eyes, but Emily couldnât speculate much beyond that.
As Emily attentively observed the papers in her hand, she noticed that Laura seemed uncomfortable. She was shifting from side to side, as if feeling uneasy about something.
âLaura, do you have something else to tell me?â
Laura finally looked at Emily when she asked the question. Having worked with Laura for some time, Emily knew her way of thinking well. In a way, although Laura was timid, she also displayed remarkable courage when it came to anomalies. In fact, all researchers shared this duality.
âWe received a visitation order from the Central Research Instituteâ
Emily raised an eyebrow upon hearing that name. After all, the Central Research Institute was practically the base where the most dangerous anomalies were stored, including those that could not be contained. The place where Emily was at the moment only housed less dangerous and more easily controlled anomalies. Therefore, it was surprising that a visitation order had arrived.
âWho is the order from?â
When Emily asked the question, Laura turned her gaze to the side, clearly uncomfortable. This reaction gave Emily a clue about who it could be.
âThe order... came from the directorâ
It was exactly who Emily had imagined. To be honest, she didnât like the director very much, even though he was her superior. They both had a complicated history, especially regarding how they preferred to handle encountered anomalies. Additionally, the director was eccentric and aroused distrust in every sense.
âIf that was all, you didnât need to be so anxiousâ
âBut... the boss seems to dislike himâ
âI really donât like him, but what can I do? In the end, he remains my superiorâ
Emily merely shrugged as she said this. It wasnât about belittling herself, but the hierarchy within the organization was quite rigid. After all, mistakes could not be made when dealing with anomalies.
âWe still have some time before that old man arrives. Letâs get organized on this side; honestly, I donât want to give him any reason to complain in my ear after the visit...â
Laura just nodded in response to Emilyâs words but still had another question in mind. Taking a deep breath, she spoke, keeping her voice low but still audible.
âSo... about the director, he came to check on the newly discovered anomaly, right?â
Emily gave Laura a brief glance before leaning back on the desk and nodding, confirming her friendâs words. Unfortunately, Laura couldnât hide her disapproval regarding the directorâs actions. This was a common occurrence when it came to him, and his methods were often unwelcome, as they tended to create problems.
âDonât worry about that. Although he is my superior, Iâm the one in charge here. He canât just come in and move the anomaly without my permission and a valid justification... of course, that doesnât change the fact that he could make something up, but Iâll do my best to prevent that from happening. Iâm also interested in this new anomalyâ
Honestly, I was starting to get tired of this place. Itâs been a few daysâprobably three to fourâsince the only thing I see is the color white. Although scientists occasionally come to visit me, it doesnât relieve my boredom; in fact, it just makes me feel like a pet trapped in a cage.
However, thereâs a critical problem: if you ask me if I can get out of this place, the answer is no. Not even using all my strength can I break the walls surrounding me. I have no idea what they are made of, but they are incredibly sturdy. The upside of it all is that they always provide me with foodâand itâs always different. Thus, mealtime is something I genuinely look forward to.
Unfortunately, my boredom still persisted. Was there nothing that could just happen in this place? Maybe I was being overly pessimistic, but strangely, just as I thought about this, the light went out. I got up from where I had been lying and looked around. The only visible thing in the darkness was my glowing golden eyes, which looked like lanterns.
(Did they forget to pay the electricity bill for this place?)