(So I wasnât just hearing things...) Emily thought, her gaze fixed on the scattered papers covering the table. These were documents from the recent mission involving the
â or, more precisely, reports detailing the events.
One particular report immediately caught her attention. Something had been highlighted in bold, standing out on the page as if demanding to be noticed. "Ability to communicate mentally, though in a limited way" The words imprinted themselves in her mind, as if carrying a deeper meaning yet to be unraveled.
That made Emily reflect on the last time she had encountered the little anomaly. That strangely sweet, almost adorable voice that had echoed in her mindâhad it really been hers? Emily couldnât say for sure, but something inside her told her that voice hadnât emerged at that precise moment without reason. She couldnât shake the feeling that there was something more behind it, something she hadnât yet fully grasped.
"Guess Iâll have to see for myself" Emily murmured, her eyes still fixed on the report, as if every word held a mystery waiting to be solved.
Her expression revealed intense focus, and the slight furrow of her brows hinted at the growing tension as she analyzed the data with near-obsessive precision.
Of course, the anomalyâs surprising ability to speak wasnât the only thing that had caught Emilyâs attention. More than that, the anomalyâs performance during the mission had been nothing short of flawless.
Not only had she helped resolve the situation decisively, but she had also rescued every single team member when they were in dangerâacting purely of her own volition.
Although Emily was already aware of this, there was something comforting about seeing it firsthand. It almost felt like witnessing the best of the anomalyâs nature.
Somehow, it warmed her from the inside, like an older sister bursting with pride over her little sister acing a test.
It was a sweet, protective feeling, as if, in some way, the anomaly had become more than just an allyâshe had become a familiar presence.
The next moment, Emily rose from her chair with quiet grace and walked toward the door, her firm, steady steps echoing through the room. Her gaze, sharp and curious, locked onto the path ahead, her mind racing as she absorbed every detail around her.
Within seconds, she was making her way through the facilityâs long corridors, the rhythmic sound of her footsteps blending into the hushed atmosphere. Every few moments, scientists and guards crossed her path, offering brief nods or formal greetings.
Emily returned their gestures with a small acknowledgment, long accustomed to this routineâone that had been established well before her rise to Director of Operations.
Her steps carried her to an elevator that would take her to the deeper levels of the facility, where two small yet incredibly mysterious and dangerous anomalies resided in relative peace.
Despite their containment in one of the lower floors, the environment had become noticeably safer since the arrival of a certain anomaly. For those who spent most of their time there, the place had become... mentally easier to endure.
That was because, ever since this new anomaly had shown up, the others on that floor had displayed an unexpected calmness.
The reason behind this change, however, remained an enigmaâa mystery yet to be solved.
Of course, no one else could have known that a small, friendly beingâcloaked almost entirely in whiteâhad paid a visit to her neighbors, securing their mysterious promises.
Well... that was a story for another time. Emily snapped back to the present as the elevator doors slid open, revealing another long, brightly lit corridor. Her once-hesitant steps grew more resolute as she approached a specific containment room.
Every movement reflected her growing determination. Stopping before the door, she took a deep breath, gathering a final surge of confidence. Extending a hand, she touched the device by the entrance. The faint sound of an unlocking mechanism hummed through the air, and the door slid open soundlessly, inviting her inside.
The room beyond was entirely different from the sterile halls outside. Emilyâs eyes scanned her surroundings, taking in the scene in an instant: dolls of every shape and color scattered across the floor, along with toys and objects that spoke of childhood memories.
Yet what truly caught her attention were the two figures who resided thereâenigmatic beings whose presence seemed almost at odds with the childlike setting around them. Near the only bed in the roomâlarge enough to comfortably accommodate two people, even those who werenât particularly smallâtwo little figures were visible.
One of them locked eyes with Emily, its gaze filled with curiosity, while the other played with a few dolls that, strangely enough, seemed to be moving on their own, drifting lazily across the room. The sight exuded an air of mystery, as if this space held secrets only the two of them could understand.
Emilyâs footsteps echoed with quiet confidence as she approached the figure seated on the bed. With each step, the beingâsilent and stillâlifted its gaze, golden eyes reflecting the difference in height between them. As Emily drew closer, an unspoken tension filled the air. She stood before the
.
Yet, a subtle dilemma surfaced in her mindâshe wasnât sure how to proceed. The reports had mentioned that the
had initiated contact on her own. Should Emily wait as well? Or was there something specific she needed to do? Maybe she needed to get the anomalyâs attention...
A series of thoughts raced through her mind, only to vanish instantly when a soft, sweet, melodic voiceâone that could be described with endless adjectivesâechoed in her mind.
It was so serene, so gentle, that Emily almost lost herself in it, as if her very consciousness was slipping away.
(Emily)
It was so simple. Just her name. Nothing more. No grand revelations. No answers to the questions she had been searching for. And yet, somehow, something within her settled. It was as if a lifelong search had finally reached its conclusion. For a fleeting moment, she felt that every effort, every sleepless night, every uncertaintyâit had all been worth it.
Emily felt at peace. A deep, indescribable peace, as though she had grasped a truth that transcended time itself. For a brief second, she regained her senses. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her previously pale cheeks warmed with color as the absurdity of her own reaction dawned on her.
She had been dazed like an idiotâwithout even realizing she had been staring, slack-jawed. The small anomalyâs golden eyes blinked at her, reflecting a quiet confusion that only deepened Emilyâs embarrassment.
Each golden fleck in those eyes felt like it was piercing straight into her soul, amplifying the discomfort. At that moment, a single thought crossed Emilyâs mind, clear and undeniable.
(This is dangerous... Her voice... itâs far more divine... no, I mean, soft... dangerousâthan we ever imagined)
Spinning on her heels, Emily turned away abruptly, heading straight for the exit, her heart pounding with every step. She needed to make an announcement soonâwarning everyone to be cautious if the
attempted telepathic contact.
If she had nearly lost control just from hearing her voice, she didnât even want to imagine what could happen to others, whose minds were far more fragile than hers. The fear of a deeper mental influence made her pause, realizing that this wasnât just about physical securityâit was about protecting the very minds of those around her.
Emilyâs steps only ceased once she reached the door. Behind her, a small figure watched in silence, golden eyes blinking softly as she tilted her head to the side. Her expression was even more confused than before, as if trying to make sense of what had just happened. A single thought crossed her mind.
(Emily... Why the hell did she even come here in the first place?)