Sena Ayanami | Edge CERTIFIED |

She had anticipated the scanner. She had not anticipated the voice behind it.

Not similar. Identical. The same storm-gray eyes, closed now. The same high cheekbones, the same small, unsmiling mouth. Wires ran from her temples into the ceiling. A label on the tank read: PROJECT ECHO. UNIT 07. sena ayanami

The shard pinned Hoshino’s sleeve to the server rack. The headmistress stopped moving. She had anticipated the scanner

But in her pocket, folded tight, was a list. Names, room numbers, and a single instruction copied from the clone’s neural data: How to wake them up. closed now. The same high cheekbones

"You see the patterns, don’t you, Ayanami? Then you know what’s coming."