The atmosphere in the facility was quite tense due to recent events. It seemed so thick you could cut it with a knife. It was late so I went to bed, but I couldn't sleep. About half an hour passed before I finally decided to get up and drink some water.
Suddenly, in one part of my room I saw a small, blue light, which seemed very strange to me. I had never seen anything like it here before. I approached the strange glow to take a closer look. It looked like some sort of a communicator. I took it in my hands, and a voice came out of it.
- Well, well, I see you've finally found my little toy.
I stood there for a moment, confused.
- Who the hell are you and how did this thing get into my room? I replied embarrassed.
- You call this a room? I can see you don't know much yet... The information about who I am should remain with me, at least for now.
- What do you want?
- Me? Nothing... I just know more than you think and I know there's more to you than the other members of Class D.
- What are you talking about?
Laughter erupted from the communicator.
- This information will remain with me as well, but you will find out soon enough. Now go back to bed before you make any more noise.
After these words, the object turned off and the voice hasn't spoken again.
I sat up in bed wondering what this was all about and whether it was all a dream. I put down the
communicator on my desk and I sat there lost in thought, wondering who this mysterious man was
or... what he was..
I didn't really know what to think about it all. The whole place just seemed extremely strange. Ultimately, I just went back to sleep.
Hello everyone, my name is Aiden, or D-4347. I'm from Texas. I've been working for the Foundation for... well, so long that I've lost track of time. I only work for the Foundation because I had financial troubles. You can’t just leave it on your own; to get out, they have to release you. It just so happens that they’ll be letting me go soon. I hope these last few days here will pass quickly.
How did I end up here? I got a message from an unknown number offering me a job, though I had no idea back then what I was getting into…
I was transferred to Site-73, whatever that is… There are a lot of armed people here, which should mean that this place is safe, right?
I don’t feel safe here; this place seems… strangely suspicious. I hope that once they let me go, I’ll never have to come back to this cursed place again…
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