Intelligence is more powerful than physical strength a stupid with a plan can beat a genius without a plan, the plan is something which sucks all your knowledge and common sense but on one side the Michael is too strong to compete and on the other side Trevor is more intelligent then Michael there is only 0.1% chance for the family to survive, then someone enters into the Trevor family to turn the story there was a friend of Trevor's father who was from military he took his bag and came to live with his friend at the right time one of Michael's assassins was very close to him he came to kill Trevor's father
Chapter 3: Echoes Beyond the Mirror
The morning sky was stained with a strange orange hue, as if the sun itself was confused about the timeline it belonged to. Trevor and his father were racing through the city streets on their bike, dodging early risers and milk vans, scanning each alley and roadside like hunters tracking a ghost.
Trevor's father, Tom, muttered as he sped past a bus stop:"He's not smart enough to go back to the tunnel, but he might return to the forest... or worse, try to reach Michael."
Trevor tightened his grip on his father's shoulders."We can trace him. I put a tracker in the glove box."
Tom's eyes widened, a mix of pride and shock."You did what?"
Trevor smiled faintly."I may be fifteen, Dad, but I'm not stupid. I've been trained... by dreams."
Tom quickly pulled to the side of the road and opened a map app linked to their house network. A blinking red dot was moving fast—heading east, into the forest road they all knew too well.
"He's going back. He knows about the second tunnel," Trevor said, eyes fixed on the dot."He's going to try and use it to open another portal."
Tom's jaw clenched."And we're going to stop him."
They reached the forest border in minutes, stashing the bike behind some thick bushes. Trevor jumped off before the bike even fully stopped. He was already running, but this time not away from danger—towards it.
The trees looked older, darker this morning. Trevor had never noticed how they almost whispered when the wind moved through them—a language only the timeline could understand.
They found the car. Its door was open. The tracker was smashed on the ground.
Tom: "Damn. He's one step ahead."
Trevor spotted footprints—two sets. The assassin wasn't alone. Someone else had joined him.
Trevor: "He found help."
Tom kneeled beside the prints."Boots. Heavy. Whoever it is, they know this terrain. Soldiers?"
Before they could move deeper into the forest, the world shifted.
A faint, high-pitched hum vibrated through the trees. Birds flew away in flocks. The wind stilled. The leaves began to fall upward.
Trevor whispered, almost in trance:"The portal..."
They reached the site—but something was wrong.
The tunnel had been... altered. The wooden cover was no longer there. Instead, there stood a steel platform pulsing with a soft blue glow. On its edge, a mirror-like orb hovered mid-air, rippling like water held vertically.
Trevor's mouth dropped open."They activated the Spectator. From the other world."
Tom stepped forward."Get back. That's not just a wormhole... that's a reflective gate."
Trevor: "Reflective?"
Tom: "It reads your thoughts... and sends you not to where you want to go, but to the version of reality your heart is afraid of."
Trevor: "So if I think of failure..."
Tom: "You'll enter a world where you failed."
Before they could decide their next move, a figure stepped out from the mirror—but it wasn't Michael.
It was... Trevor.
Only this version had red eyes, a cracked spectacle, and a faint scar down his cheek.
Mirror-Trevor:"He'll come soon. I just came ahead... to warn you."
Tom raised his gun.
Tom: "What is this? A clone?"
Mirror-Trevor raised his hand. "Shoot me if you want, but it won't matter. I'm not from your past, I'm from your regret."
Trevor stepped closer."What do you mean he's coming soon?"
Mirror-Trevor:"Michael. But not the Michael you've seen. The one who learned how to fracture timelines. The one who learned how to make people forget their purpose."
Trevor's voice trembled."Why warn us?"
Mirror-Trevor: "Because in my world, I failed. I ignored the signs. I let Prem die. I let Priya betray me. I let my father vanish. And now, I'm all that's left. I don't want that for you."
The portal shimmered violently behind him. From it, a screaming sound of collapsing wind and spinning gears echoed like a siren from another dimension.
Mirror-Trevor stepped back."He's almost here. Choose: run now, or prepare to fight. But remember—he knows what you fear most, and he'll use it against you."
He faded into the portal.
Tom and Trevor stared at the rippling mirror.
Tom: "We have less time than I thought."
Trevor: "We need Priya. And the documents. Now."
Scene Shift: Priya's House
Priya sat at her desk, staring at her father's photograph. Her hand hovered over a dusty red file.
She heard it again. The whisper. Not from her ears, but from her thoughts.
"They're coming. Be brave."
She opened the file.
Inside: Blueprints. Notes. A machine called 'The Cipher.'And a note written by her father:
"To whoever reads this, remember—Michael is not trying to kill Trevor. He is trying to replace him."
As Priya clutched the red file, unaware of the storm approaching her home, another storm had already reached Trevor's doorstep—a storm in boots, with scars from war and secrets from the past.
The rain poured harder as a black SUV skidded to a halt in front of Trevor's house. A man in a military jacket stepped out, carrying a worn tactical bag over one shoulder. His name was Martial, an old friend of Trevor's father, and tonight—he was right on time.
Inside, the dim kitchen light flickered. Trevor's father, Tom, was sipping cold coffee when the door creaked open. He turned, startled, until recognition dawned on his face.
Tom: "Martial...? No way. After all these years?"
Martial gave a small nod. "Still alive, still on duty."
Before Tom could respond, a noise—a rustle, a movement—behind the curtain. A shadow dashed in with a dagger drawn.
In an instant, Martial stepped between the blade and Tom. He struck the assassin with the precision of a trained killer—elbow to shoulder, knee to liver, then a final crack to the neck. The assassin collapsed instantly.
Tom stared at the body, heart racing.
Tom: "That... that man came for me."
Martial: "Yeah. And I came for him."
He tossed his bag onto the table and unzipped it with calm focus. Inside—files, weapons, communication scramblers, and a phone. As the two men stood over the body, rain beating on the windows, Tom broke the silence.
Tom: "That was one of Michael's men. He sent him to kill my family."
Martial: (raising an eyebrow) "Michael? Your brother?"
Tom hesitated. "...Yes. And he's also—my father's son."
Martial froze. The man who had faced war and bloodshed showed a flicker of disbelief.
Martial: "What?"
Tom: "I know how it sounds. But it's true. My father—Trevor's grandfather—was a scientist. A time scientist. He built the first functioning time machine and tested it during a mission to prevent a bomb explosion that could have killed billions."
Tom's voice cracked, remembering.
Tom: "He couldn't stop the bomb... but he saved the people. And he stayed in the past. Left Michael behind. Then... he built something more terrifying: a machine to connect minds across time. Dreams that let the past talk to the future."
Martial: "And that dream broke Michael."
Tom: "Worse. It gave him a reason to kill."
Martial glanced at the assassin's body again, then pulled out his encrypted phone.
Martial: "I need this unlocked. There might be more coming."
Tom: "I have a friend in cybercrime. He'll come."
As Tom made the call, somewhere far away, Michael stood alone—watching the world he hated, hearing only echoes of his pain.
Scene Shift: Michael's Memory (Monologue Sequence)
(Overlayed with the song "Mad World")
Michael sat in a cold stone room, half-lit by broken glass. As the rain dripped from the ceiling, he quietly sang—not for anyone, but for himself.
"...The dreams in which I'm dyingAre the best I've ever had…"
Tears fell—not out of weakness, but out of memory. He was six when his parents left. They said it was temporary. It wasn't. They never came back.
The neighbors fed him. Clothed him. Beat him.
He never cried. Not even when hunger tore his stomach.He only asked one thing:"When will they come back?"
He had no birthday parties. No friends. No bedtime stories.
Only silence.And the dream, that one night—his father appeared. Smiling. Saying, "I'll be there soon."
That hope… twisted into hate.
He was 12 when a classmate mocked his parents.He broke the boy's arm.The teachers punished him.But it was a teacher's words that shattered him:
"Your parents are more important than your education? Then go wait for them."
He did.
He waited.
But they never came.
Back at Trevor's House
The phone was unlocked. Inside, a message hidden in Morse Code:
"IF YOUR WORK IS DONE, COME AND TAKE YOUR MONEY. LOCATION: K1-JU TOKYO."
Martial tapped his fingers.
Martial: "Fake a response. Say you're dying. Make them believe the assassin failed but was fatally wounded."
They sent the message.Michael bought the lie.
Now, Martial had a trail.
Scene Shift: Rainfall & Reunion
Later that night, Trevor's father turned to Martial.
Tom: "Why did you come?"
Martial: "A girl called. Said her father was in danger. Gave your address."
Tom paused. "Priya."
Martial: "Seems like she knows more than she says."
Tom: "She always did."
Scene: Rediscovery of the Time Machine
Trevor, his father, and Martial returned to the old forest house. The rain whispered like forgotten secrets as they lifted the old hatch—nothing inside.
Trevor's heart dropped.He could feel it—his grandfather was testing him. Again.
But at night, something clicked in his memory.
The hidden compartment. Below the hole.
He rushed out with his father. Dug beneath the soft soil. And there—wrapped in plastic, preserved in silence—was the Time Machine.
Tom: "How does it work?"
Trevor: "...Let me ask him."
Scene: Dream Realm – Grandpa Returns
Trevor opened his eyes into the old wooden room of dreams.Grandpa was there, aged, sad, sitting with a book.
Trevor: (yelling) "Why didn't you let me help you!?"
Grandpa: "Because if you helped me... you'd have died."
Trevor: "...Then tell me. How does it work?"
Grandpa stood. Placed the book under a table. And whispered:
"The time machine runs on memory, not energy. It goes where the mind believes it belongs. You must believe the time you want to see."
Trevor: "How do I get back?"
Grandpa: "You always knew how. Wake up."
Return to the Present – A New Theft
Trevor woke, ran to the machine, opened the book.He read it. Understood it.
And with his father, they traveled to the past. To yesterday.
There—they found all the stolen machines, untouched.
Trevor: "We were the ones who stole the tech."
Tom blinked.
Tom: "We stole from ourselves."
They laughed.
Trevor: "Paradox solved."
Scene Shift: Michael's Memory (Monologue Sequence) (Overlayed with the song "Mad World")
Michael sat in a cold stone room, half-lit by broken glass. As the rain dripped from the ceiling, he quietly sang—not for anyone, but for himself.
"...The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had…"
Tears fell—not out of weakness, but out of memory. He was six when his parents left. They said it was temporary. It wasn't. They never came back.
The neighbors fed him. Clothed him. Beat him.
He never cried. Not even when hunger tore his stomach. He only asked one thing: "When will they come back?"
He had no birthday parties. No friends. No bedtime stories.
Only silence. And the dream, that one night—his father appeared. Smiling. Saying, "I'll be there soon."
That hope… twisted into hate.
He was 12 when a classmate mocked his parents. He broke the boy's arm. The teachers punished him. But it was a teacher's words that shattered him:
"Your parents are more important than your education? Then go wait for them."
He did.
He waited.
But they never came.
Back at Trevor's House
The phone was unlocked. Inside, a message hidden in Morse Code:
"IF YOUR WORK IS DONE, COME AND TAKE YOUR MONEY. LOCATION: K1-JU TOKYO."
Martial tapped his fingers.
Martial: "Fake a response. Say you're dying. Make them believe the assassin failed but was fatally wounded."
They sent the message. Michael bought the lie.
Now, Martial had a trail.
Scene Shift: Rainfall & Reunion
Later that night, Trevor's father turned to Martial.
Tom: "Why did you come?"
Martial: "A girl called. Said her father is in danger. Gave your address."
Tom paused. "Priya."
Martial: "Seems like she knows more than she says."
Tom: "She always did."
Scene: Rediscovery of the Time Machine
Trevor, his father, and Martial returned to the old forest house. The rain whispered like forgotten secrets as they lifted the old hatch—nothing inside.
Trevor's heart dropped. He could feel it—his grandfather was testing him. Again.
But at night, something clicked in his memory.
The hidden compartment. Below the hole.
He rushed out with his father. Dug beneath the soft soil. And there—wrapped in plastic, preserved in silence—was the Time Machine.
Tom: "How does it work?"
Trevor: "...Let me ask him."
Scene: Dream Realm – Grandpa Returns
Trevor opened his eyes into the old wooden room of dreams. Grandpa was there, aged, sad, sitting with a book.
Trevor: (yelling) "Why didn't you let me help you!?"
Grandpa: "Because if you helped me... you'd have died."
Trevor: "...Then tell me. How does it work?"
Grandpa stood. Placed the book under a table. And whispered:
"The time machine runs on memory, not energy. It goes where the mind believes it belongs. You must believe the time you want to see."
Trevor: "How do I get back?"
Grandpa: "You always knew how. Wake up."
Return to the Present – A New Theft
Trevor woke, ran to the machine, opened the book. He read it. Understood it.
And with his father, they traveled to the past. To yesterday.
There—they found all the stolen machines, untouched.
Trevor: "We were the ones who stole the tech."
Tom blinked.
Tom: "We stole from ourselves."
They laughed.
Trevor: "Paradox solved."
Scene Shift: Michael's Memory (Monologue Sequence) (Overlayed with the song "Mad World")
Michael sat in a cold stone room, half-lit by broken glass. As the rain dripped from the ceiling, he quietly sang—not for anyone, but for himself.
"...The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had…"
Tears fell—not out of weakness, but out of memory. He was six when his parents left. They said it was temporary. It wasn't. They never came back.
The neighbors fed him. Clothed him. Beat him.
He never cried. Not even when hunger tore his stomach. He only asked one thing: "When will they come back?"
He had no birthday parties. No friends. No bedtime stories.
Only silence. And the dream, that one night—his father appeared. Smiling. Saying, "I'll be there soon."
That hope… twisted into hate.
He was 12 when a classmate mocked his parents. He broke the boy's arm. The teachers punished him. But it was a teacher's words that shattered him:
"Your parents are more important than your education? Then go wait for them."
He did.
He waited.
But they never came.
Back at Trevor's House
The phone was unlocked. Inside, a message hidden in Morse Code:
"IF YOUR WORK IS DONE, COME AND TAKE YOUR MONEY. LOCATION: K1-JU TOKYO."
Martial tapped his fingers.
Martial: "Fake a response. Say you're dying. Make them believe the assassin failed but was fatally wounded."
They sent the message. Michael bought the lie.
Now, Martial had a trail.
Scene Shift: Rainfall & Reunion
Later that night, Trevor's father turned to Martial.
Tom: "Why did you come?"
Martial: "A girl called. Said her father is in danger. Gave your address."
Tom paused. "Priya."
Martial: "Seems like she knows more than she says."
Tom: "She always did."
Scene: Rediscovery of the Time Machine
Trevor, his father, and Martial returned to the old forest house. The rain whispered like forgotten secrets as they lifted the old hatch—nothing inside.
Trevor's heart dropped. He could feel it—his grandfather was testing him. Again.
But at night, something clicked in his memory.
The hidden compartment. Below the hole.
He rushed out with his father. Dug beneath the soft soil. And there—wrapped in plastic, preserved in silence—was the Time Machine.
Tom: "How does it work?"
Trevor: "...Let me ask him."
Scene: Dream Realm – Grandpa Returns
Trevor opened his eyes into the old wooden room of dreams. Grandpa was there, aged, sad, sitting with a book.
Trevor: (yelling) "Why didn't you let me help you!?"
Grandpa: "Because if you helped me... you'd have died."
Trevor: "...Then tell me. How does it work?"
Grandpa stood. Placed the book under a table. And whispered:
"The time machine runs on memory, not energy. It goes where the mind believes it belongs. You must believe the time you want to see."
Trevor: "How do I get back?"
Grandpa: "You always knew how. Wake up."
Return to the Present – A New Theft
Trevor woke, ran to the machine, opened the book. He read it. Understood it.
And with his father, they traveled to the past. To yesterday.
There—they found all the stolen machines, untouched.
Trevor: "We were the ones who stole the tech."
Tom blinked.
Tom: "We stole from ourselves."
They laughed.
Trevor: "Paradox solved."
Scene: A Shadow in the Forest
The laughter faded as a faint sound emerged—rustling from beyond the trees.
Martial held up a hand. "Wait. Someone's here."
They ducked behind the tall grass, eyes fixed on a figure slowly pacing toward the hollowed-out house. It was a boy, no older than sixteen, wearing a dark raincoat, dripping wet, his eyes wide as if he'd seen death.
Trevor whispered: "Is he... following us?"
The boy looked straight at the hidden entrance. He didn't knock. He just waited. A flash of lightning revealed the strange glow in his eyes.
Tom clenched his fists. "That's not just some kid."
Martial pulled a small scanner from his bag, the screen lighting up with symbols. "He's tagged. Artificially synced. Someone's using him as a receiver."
Trevor: "A human transmitter?"
Martial: "Exactly. And I think I know who's listening."
The boy tilted his head, almost like a puppet sensing strings being cut.
Trevor stepped out, fearless. "You know who I am, don't you?"
The boy blinked.
In a voice not his own, he replied:
"The time is near. The storm will return. The echo has reached us."
Before anyone could react, the boy fainted. His body collapsed into the mud. Martial rushed to scan him again, then looked at Tom and Trevor with tension in his eyes.
Martial: "This is not over. Whoever tagged him... they know we're close."
Tom: "Then we're running out of time."
Scene Shift: Michael's Memory (Monologue Sequence) (Overlayed with the song "Mad World")
Michael sat in a cold stone room, half-lit by broken glass. As the rain dripped from the ceiling, he quietly sang—not for anyone, but for himself.
"...The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had…"
Tears fell—not out of weakness, but out of memory. He was six when his parents left. They said it was temporary. It wasn't. They never came back.
The neighbors fed him. Clothed him. Beat him.
He never cried. Not even when hunger tore his stomach. He only asked one thing: "When will they come back?"
He had no birthday parties. No friends. No bedtime stories.
Only silence. And the dream, that one night—his father appeared. Smiling. Saying, "I'll be there soon."
That hope… twisted into hate.
He was 12 when a classmate mocked his parents. He broke the boy's arm. The teachers punished him. But it was a teacher's words that shattered him:
"Your parents are more important than your education? Then go wait for them."
He did.
He waited.
But they never came.
Back at Trevor's House
The phone was unlocked. Inside, a message hidden in Morse Code:
"IF YOUR WORK IS DONE, COME AND TAKE YOUR MONEY. LOCATION: K1-JU TOKYO."
Martial tapped his fingers.
Martial: "Fake a response. Say you're dying. Make them believe the assassin failed but was fatally wounded."
They sent the message. Michael bought the lie.
Now, Martial had a trail.
Scene Shift: Rainfall & Reunion
Later that night, Trevor's father turned to Martial.
Tom: "Why did you come?"
Martial: "A girl called. Said her father is in danger. Gave your address."
Tom paused. "Priya."
Martial: "Seems like she knows more than she says."
Tom: "She always did."
Scene: Rediscovery of the Time Machine
Trevor, his father, and Martial returned to the old forest house. The rain whispered like forgotten secrets as they lifted the old hatch—nothing inside.
Trevor's heart dropped. He could feel it—his grandfather was testing him. Again.
But at night, something clicked in his memory.
The hidden compartment. Below the hole.
He rushed out with his father. Dug beneath the soft soil. And there—wrapped in plastic, preserved in silence—was the Time Machine.
Tom: "How does it work?"
Trevor: "...Let me ask him."
Martial: "Everyone out! Now!"
Scene: The Escape
They sprinted down the metallic hallway, boots echoing off the steel walls as a klaxon wailed behind them. Red lights flickered. The pod room began to lock itself down.
Tom: "That thing was waking up—how did it even activate without a manual override?"
Martial: "Somebody's still watching. Maybe remotely."
As they reached the exit door, the earth trembled slightly. Trevor paused, glancing back.
Trevor: "Wait. Look at the walls—those aren't just timestamps. They're coordinates too. Layered data."
He pointed at one glowing panel. It read: 3022.778-N | 84.112-W
Martial: "That's not from our time. That's not even from this region."
Trevor snapped a photo with his pocket device. "We're going to need this."
They burst out into the open air. The storm had calmed, but clouds still rolled low, muting the moonlight. The boy, still recovering, waited with the jeep, his eyes now dull.
Trevor walked up to him. "You were a receiver. You know that, right? They were using you."
The boy looked down, ashamed. "I didn't mean to... I thought I was helping stop something dangerous."
Trevor: "You were. But not for them. You're helping us now."
Martial opened the jeep door. "We've got what we need. For now. But we can't let any of that tech fall into their hands again."
Tom: "We need to disappear. Regroup. And plan better."
Trevor stared into the forest for a long moment before getting into the jeep. In his hand, the locket. Still warm.
Scene: Campfire at Dawn
The forest was quiet again. A temporary safe zone had been set up. Blankets wrapped around shoulders, water boiling over a low flame, and eyes fixed on the dying embers of the fire.
Tom: "I keep thinking about that clone. He wasn't just a version of you. He hated you."
Trevor: "Because he thought he was me. Maybe... I would've become him too, in another timeline."
Martial tossed a stick into the fire. "That's the problem with mirrors. The more you stare, the less you know which side you're on."
Trevor looked up. "That's not the only thing that worries me. That clone didn't activate by accident. Someone triggered it. From a distance."
Martial: "And they know we're alive. They'll come again."
Tom: "Then we don't wait. We go to them."
Martial: "You sure?"
Trevor: "We don't have a choice."
The wind stirred the flames slightly. Somewhere far beyond the trees, lightning flashed. But this time, it didn't bring fear.
Trevor's thoughts echoed in silence: You made me, but you don't own me. The mirror cracked... and now I see who I really am.
Trevor's thoughts echoed in silence: You made me, but you don't own me. The mirror cracked... and now I see who I really am.
Scene: The Coordinates Unfold
The next morning, Martial spread out a digital map over the hood of the jeep. The coordinates Trevor found blinked on the screen like a slow heartbeat.
Martial: "This place... it's not on any known registry. No city, no military zones, no surveillance grid."
Trevor: "Then what is it?"
Martial: "A ghost site. Hidden. Buried. Maybe even from before your grandfather's first mission."
Tom: "And we're just going to walk in?"
Martial: "We won't walk. We'll drop."
He pointed at a valley near the blinking marker. "There's a cave system beneath this hill. Old lava tunnels. Perfect for concealment."
Trevor: "What do you think we'll find there?"
Martial paused, then answered flatly: "Proof. Of who started this war. Of what Michael is really after."
Scene: Prem's Revelation
Back in the city, Prem sat on the edge of his bed, spinning a USB stick in his fingers. He hadn't spoken to Trevor since the night they dug out the time machine. His phone buzzed. It was Priya.
Priya: "They're tracking him, Prem. He doesn't know it yet."
Prem: "How do you know?"
Priya: "Because my mother works with them."
Prem: "...What?"
Priya: "She was part of the project. The Memory Transmission Program. The one your friend is tangled in."
Prem stood up, alarmed. "And you never told us?"
Priya: "If I did, Michael would've known. And he would've come for me next. But I found something. I'll send it. Meet me at the old school in an hour."
Scene: Underground Moves
Trevor, Tom, and Martial began their descent into the lava tunnels. The deeper they went, the warmer the air became, like stepping into the breath of the earth itself.
The walls shimmered with ancient, bioluminescent moss. Strange diagrams carved into the rock pulsed faintly in blue.
Tom whispered: "This isn't natural."
Trevor: "No. This was built. Or... remembered."
As they reached the heart of the cave, a door awaited them. Not a steel door. A door of dark glass, swirling faintly like it was alive.
On it, the same mark as the locket.
Trevor: "It's waiting for us."
Martial drew his sidearm. Tom placed a hand on Trevor's shoulder.
Tom: "Whatever happens beyond this door... we face it together."
Trevor took a breath. Then stepped forward.
Scene: The Vault of Fractured Time
As Trevor's palm pressed against the black glass, it rippled like water. The locket around his neck grew warm, glowing softly. With a mechanical hiss, the door dissolved inward, revealing a vast chamber bathed in pale white-blue light.
Inside were hundreds of suspended particles—glimmering threads of silver, floating in magnetic balance. Holographic panels shifted around them, whispering data in broken tones. Time itself seemed slower in this space, each breath thick and deliberate.
Martial: "This is beyond tech. This is... memory architecture."
Trevor walked between the suspended strands. Each one reacted to his presence, flickering with images: a war in a city he'd never seen, a child holding a burnt photograph, a version of himself kneeling in front of a destroyed school.
Tom: "Are these futures? Or pasts?"
Trevor: "They're both. I think we're inside a preserved pocket of paradoxes—frozen decisions that never resolved."
One strand surged brighter than the others. As Trevor touched it, the room shifted.
Scene Shift: Inside the Memory
Trevor now stood in a metallic corridor. Not in reality—but in someone's memory. His hand was glowing. A name-tag blinked on his chest: "Subject Zero."
A voice echoed down the hallway.
Michael (younger, cold): "Bring the clone online. Test empathy simulation. If he reacts, we scrap him."
Trevor turned—on a gurney behind glass, a boy with his face struggled against restraints. A scientist typed calmly at a panel. Another nodded.
Scientist: "Beginning test."
Trevor tried to shout, but this world had no sound for him. He was a witness. He saw as the clone screamed—an exact copy of Trevor's voice. His clone wept as they inserted neural transmitters.
Scientist: "No emotional spike. Total suppression."
Michael: "Then we keep him."
Trevor's knees buckled. The memory faded.
Scene Shift: Back in the Vault
Martial caught him as he staggered.
Trevor: "They... they tortured him. One of me. One they kept. That's the replacement. And he doesn't feel anything."
Tom: "What kind of monster turns someone into that?"
Martial: "Someone trying to erase fate—and rebuild it on silence."
Trevor's eyes burned. "We're not done here. There's something else. This room—it's a gate."
He walked toward a glowing platform in the center. A screen lit up with one word:
ACCESSING: PROJECT ANUBIS
Martial: "What the hell is Anubis?"
Tom: "God of the dead."
Trevor: "Or the gatekeeper between worlds."
The platform rose, encasing them in a cylindrical column of light.
Trevor: "Hold on. This is going to change everything."