I was momentarily startled by the voice that suddenly appeared. When I turned to look at Victor, Emily, and Laura, I noticed they still stood tense before the mosaic anomalyâbut none of them seemed the least bit surprised by the voice. It was as if I were the only one who had heard it.
A chill ran down my spine, and for a brief moment, I wonderedâdid it really speak? There was something strangely distinct about that tone, a nuance unlike anything my sisters produced when they communicated with me telepathically. It felt... more vivid.
Instead of hearing actual words, what flooded my mind when I âheardâ that voice was pure intuitionâif the mosaic anomaly could speak, this was exactly how it would sound.
I sighed, shaking my head to dispel the intrusive thoughts, and turned my gaze back to the anomaly. There were countless questions hammering in my mind, but I decided to start with the most important oneâthe real reason we came here, searching for it.
(You...) I began, but immediately paused, catching my own words as I tried to organize the jumble of thoughts racing through my mind.
A heavy, suffocating silence fell over us for a moment. Then I continued, each word leaving me carefully, heavy with accusation and disbelief: (Was it you who left Sara... Victorâs sister... in that state? Completely frozen?)
When my voice echoed mentally toward the mosaic anomaly, itâuntil then focused on Victor, Emily, and Lauraâslowly turned its gaze toward me. Strangely, the instant I felt its attention land on me, another shiver ran down my spine.
I knew it didnât intend to attack me, but for some reason, its presence was still overwhelmingly intense. The mosaic anomaly didnât answer my question with wordsânot a single sound escaped its lips.
And yet, its hypnotic movements, the subtle tilt of its head, and somehow that strange, absolute sense of certaintyâas if I could read its thoughtsâwere enough for me to understand, without a doubt, what it meant to convey through every motion, every pause, every silent stare.
My eyes drifted from the anomaly back to Victor for a moment. His gaze, locked on the mosaic entity, was cold and razor-sharpâlike invisible blades cutting without mercy. I bit my lip in restrained angerâno blood, no pain, yet a silent fury grew inside me.
One question burned in my mind, impossible to silence: (Why did you do it? Victor... Victor and his sister were just ordinary people... so what exactly are you after?)
The anomaly didnât respond right away. Instead, its two gleaming, mosaic-covered arms moved gently behind its back, in a motion that seemed almost choreographed.
Then it began to walkânot toward any specific place, but slowly, as if each step were part of a silent ritual. Its face tilted toward the sky, perhaps contemplating the pale moon or the starry veil above. I couldnât tell; I couldnât even see its features, its expressions.
When its âwordsâ reached me, they arrived silentlyâor maybe they werenât words at all. What I felt, with almost tangible clarity, were its true âintentionsâ My face remained still, outwardly controlled, but inside I was completely shaken, as though every thought I had were suddenly turned inside out.
(What do you mean, âIt was necessary?â) I asked, my voice probably sounding firmer than I intended: (And what does that have to do with me? I wasnât the one who left Victorâs sister like that!) Iâm not sure how my voice sounded to the mosaic anomaly. Angry, probably.
The anomaly shook its head at my words. What exactly did that gesture mean? Honestly, nothing in that moment made sense. Even if it truly was to blame, there was something in the way it âspokeââin the way it conveyed those silent thoughtsâthat made me feel an unfair weight pressing down on my shoulders.
Why? I had no memory of ever doing anything to Victorâs sister. In fact, we hadnât even met before I was captured by the organization. And yet, there I was, consumed by guilt that didnât belong to me.
Lost in my own thoughts, I didnât notice the mosaic anomalyâs approach until it was standing directly in front of meâbarely inches away. A sudden chill ran through me as I saw it lift its hand toward my forehead.
I blinked, startled by its silent, unexpected closeness, before feeling something soft and warm gently brush against my skin. A shiver ran through meâan odd mix of fear and curiosityâas a faint, lingering warmth spread from the spot it touched.
The anomaly moved its hand in a slow, circular motion. Aside from the touch, I didnât feel much else, but the action was sudden enough to make me flinch and close my eyes. Its movements were curiously precise; after gliding across my forehead for a few seconds, it pressed lightly.
There was no pain, only a strange sensationâalmost like a delicate itch crawling across the point of contact, as though it were awakening something dormant beneath my skin. Then dizziness struck, as if the world around me had lost its balance. My thoughts tangled, confused, as disorientation swept through me.
Images and moments I had never lived began to surface, one after another, flooding my mind unexpectedly. Though unfamiliar, they carried a strange sense of recognition, as if they had always been part of my memories, quietly slipping through the cracks of my consciousness.
Finally, just as my mind felt ready to burst under the weight of it all, the mosaic anomaly lifted its finger from my forehead. Instantly, a searing pain shot through my headâlike thousands of burning needles stabbing deep into my brain. It was unbearable; each second dragged my consciousness toward an abyss of agony.
Even as my skull felt on the verge of exploding, out of the corner of my eye I could still see Victor, Emily, and Laura. The three of them watched me with genuine concernâtheir eyes wide, lips slightly partedâas if they too could somehow feel the pressure crushing my mind.
However, all my attention was fixed on Victorâon the memories of his sister lying in that bed, in a state that could hardly be called alive or dead. For the first time, I felt something strange, a kind of pressure that wasnât quite fear or sadnessânot because of Victorâs sisterâs condition itself, but because I was the one who had left her that way.
It had been necessary; I knew that much. With the new memories came the clarity that even now, I didnât feel guilt. It was something that had to be doneâa decision born out of inevitability and purposeâand nothing could change that. Still, a faint unease crept in, a quiet reminder that some actions leave scars, even when reason seems to justify everything.
More than anything, I lifted my eyes toward the mosaic-like anomaly before me. For some inexplicable reason, even without a face, I could feel its expressionâa mocking, malicious smile that seemed to pierce straight through me. How did I know it was smiling when it had no face? The answer was simple, and terrifying at the same time: because it was me.
Victorâs hands were clenched with an almost inhuman force, his knuckles white with tension. Fresh blood trickled from the corners of his lips, tracing red lines over pale skin as he stared at the mosaic anomaly. His expression was grim, tense, filled with determinationâbut for a fleeting moment, that hardness gave way to a hint of concern as his gaze fell upon the
.
Victor didnât understand what was happeningânor what those two entities were saying to each other. Humans communicate with words, but anomalies donât follow such rules; they speak in forms, in intent, in a language his mind couldnât decipher. And that left him restless, vulnerable, constantly on edge.
âSheâs going to be okay, right?â Laura murmured beside him, her voice trembling with fear and anxiety.
âI... Iâm not sureâ Emily replied, confusion thick in her tone: âInteractions between anomalies and rare phenomena are unpredictable. Most of the time, they either cancel each other out or completely ignore one another. Seeing two anomalies interact like this... Iâve never witnessed that before. I donât even know if conceptual virtues apply here, since, technically, they share a common origin. Itâs... complicatedâ
As she spoke, Emily took a few cautious steps forward, positioning herself next to Victor. Then her voice grew firm, though it carried a deeper meaning: âAre you sure about this, Victor?â
Slowly turning his gaze toward her, Victor stared for a few seconds, as if trying to read every nuance of her expression. Emily met his look head-onâsteady, curious, unflinching. For a moment, the world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them caught in that silent tension.
Then Victor looked away, eyes fixed ahead, his fists tightening even further. A storm of thoughts and emotions surged through his mindâeach more chaotic and intense than the lastâmaking it nearly impossible to contain the turmoil within.
âWhat choice do I have?â Victor muttered, his voice laced with melancholy and self-loathing: âIâm just a human... what harm could I possibly do against an anomaly?â He drew a shaky breath, hesitating before continuing: âNot to mention...â The words caught in his throat. His eyes shifted from Emily to Laura, heavy with guilt and dread: âThe
is right. One wrong move, and you two could die as well. I didnât bring you here to get yourselves killed. I could never forgive myself for putting you in danger... because of meâ
Hearing his words, Emily and Laura exchanged a quick glance before both shrugged, as if sharing an unspoken thought. It was Laura who broke the tension first.
âI appreciate the concern, but weâre scientistsâ she said with a faint smile, trying to lighten the mood: âFor us, nothing matters more than the dataâand the knowledgeâwe can extract from anomalies. Itâs kind of ironic, considering Iâm terrified of most of them...â She let out a short, nervous laugh: âBut if I ever have to die, Iâd rather it be at the hands of an anomaly with a truly remarkable ability. Wouldnât that be a worthy end?â
Victor blinked, caught off guard, before turning to her with disbelief written all over his face. Laura, however, remained composed, almost indifferent, as if Victorâs reaction was little more than background noise.
When he turned toward Emily, all he caught was her sideways glanceâstudying him with curiosityâbefore she shrugged and flashed a faint, teasing smile.
âWhat?â Laura asked, raising a brow: âAlmost every scientist in the organization thinks like that. In the end, wouldnât you rather die with a few more answers to your questions than go without knowing even one percent more about them?â
Victor didnât know what to say. For a moment, it felt like every word had vanished from his mind, leaving behind only a thick, uneasy silence.
In the end, what came out sounded more like an insult than anything else. And yet, strangely, he didnât feel entirely wrong: âYou two... have lost your minds?â he said, voice trembling with disbeliefâa mix of restrained anger and genuine shock.
At that, Emily let out an ironic chuckleâthe kind that blended mockery and disbelief: âYou think weâre the crazy ones?â Laura asked, raising an eyebrow as her gaze drifted toward the two anomalies ahead.
She paused for a second, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she added: âI find it even crazier that there are people out there willing to do fieldwork for nothing more than a slightly above-average paycheckâ
When Emily spoke, Victor couldnât shake the feeling that her words were aimed directly at him. And the worst part? He couldnât deny them. It wasnât like he had joined the organization just for the moneyâbut pretending that wasnât one of the reasons wouldâve been lying to himself.