They dropped into the ruins of Old Helsinki, now a neural static zone where the Interstitial’s influence twisted reality. Street signs flickered between Finnish and a language that didn’t exist. Reflections in puddles showed faces that weren’t yours.
“You three are my finest works. Lya, you mourn a daughter who never existed. Missy, your brother died in a training accident you caused. Maria… you’ve been dead for six years. The woman standing beside you is a memory echo I’ve been maintaining to keep the mission going.” Private 21 06 26 Lya Missy And Maria Wars Inter...
“Do it,” Maria ordered.
Silence.