Following the recent events, the atmosphere in the facility was incredibly tense. It felt so thick you could cut it with a knife. The corridors were quieter than usual—even the guards, normally loud and confident, moved faster, more cautiously, casting nervous glances at the cameras and the darker corners.

It was late. I lay on my hard bed, but sleep wouldn't come. Instead, I stared at the ceiling, thinking about the screams from Sector Five, the strange announcement during the briefing, and the three days that were supposed to separate me from freedom. Did anyone really ever leave this place?

About half an hour passed before I finally decided to get up and drink some water. I walked to the sink and turned the tap. The stream was thin and icy, as if the water source itself was colder than the grave.

And then I saw it.

In the corner of the room, right next to one of the walls, a small blue light flickered on. Gentle, pulsing—as if something was breathing light. It was strange. Unnatural. And yet… compelling. I had never seen anything like it here before.

I approached it carefully, my heart pounding like a hammer in my chest. On the concrete floor lay a small black object. It looked like a cross between a walkie-talkie, a phone, and something… alien. I picked it up gently. And that’s when it spoke.

— Well, well, looks like you finally found my little toy.

I stood there stunned. The voice was oddly familiar, but impossible to place—distorted, as if through a mask or a filter, yet laced with amusement.

— Who are you? What are you doing in this room?

I asked, trying to sound brave. But I could feel my hands shaking.

— You call this a room? — the voice replied. — I see you still have much to learn… As for who I am, that information stays with me. For now.

— What do you want?

— Me? Nothing much… I just know more than you think. And I know there’s something in you that’s different from the others in Class D.

— What are you talking about? — I asked, increasingly uneasy.

A short, unpleasant laugh came through the communicator.

— That information will stay with me for now. But soon, you'll find out everything. Now get back to bed before you make more noise.

And then the device went silent. The blue light faded. I was alone again.

I slowly sat back down on the bed, still holding the device in my hand. I stared at it for a long moment. I didn’t know if this had been a dream, a hallucination, or maybe… another test. The Foundation loved to test. Loved to watch people break, see how they’d react.

I placed the communicator on the desk and buried my head in my hands, trying to make sense of it all. Was someone trying to warn me? Was I… different somehow? And if so, why?

Eventually, I lay back down on the bed. I passed out. I don’t know if it was sleep or just another numbness brought on by fear and exhaustion.
But the last thing I remember… was the thought that maybe tomorrow would be a different day.