Tessa
The silence Tessa needed didn't exist in any mapped corridor. So she made one herself.
She didn't tell Hernan where she was going. Didn't meet Camilla's eyes. There were no questions because no one was prepared for more answers. They were already unraveling. Each new truth made the world less stable, like stepping stones rearranging beneath her feet.
She said she needed air.
What she really needed was a place where the system couldn't breathe down her neck.
She descended deeper into the bones of the Academy—into a place the directories no longer indexed. A broken stairwell half-choked by debris led to a slanted hallway scarred by heat stress. At the end, tucked behind a half-collapsed framework, was a wall terminal labeled in faded print:
JUNCTION NODE 4D – OBSOLETE.
She forced the hatch open with her shoulder. Inside: cold, dark, still.
