[Alarm; 5:00 AM]
Soren's eyes snapped open to the screaming holographic alarm in front of his face.
He turned it off.
This death had been different. Even his Blackfield had not warned him about it in time.
It was sudden, like taking a peaceful walk and having a brick hit you from nowhere.
Except in the few seconds before the death was finalised, he felt as if he had been hit by a truck.
Soren sat upright, legs folded in a lotus position.
According to the words he heard, Tommy died in the detention center.
His fist squeezed tight in rage.
If Soren had brothers then it was Tommy and Pencil.
The thought of losing them made him ache.
What happened with Machos was not a feeling he wanted to experience again.
But if Tommy was already dead, then it meant that—
His thought process paused.
He remembered the words of those men taking a quick smoke I the room filled with cabinets.
They said that Doctor Kaya confirmed that the seventeen were not yet dead.
