[1. Rin – The Room That Forgot Itself]
It was white.
Too white.
No shadows. No scent. No time.
Rin stood in the center, heartbeat steady but slowing. The room seemed to breathe around her, but it was not alive — more like an old machine running a forgotten program. Something beneath the surface was trying not to be seen.
Rin (softly):
"Where… is the rest of me?"
Unknown Voice (faint):
"You left it behind. In pieces."
She turned. Nothing.
But she wasn't alone. She knew that in her bones.
From the corner of the room, a child's laughter echoed — warped, as though filtered through a broken recorder.
Then silence. Then—
A sudden crack in the floor. Not physical — conceptual. The white shimmered, then bent inward like paper folding itself around her thoughts.
[2. Aro, Selene, Iris, Alin – The Garden, Moments Later]
Aro was staring at the reflection in the pond.
Aro:
"She's not gone. She's… paused."
Alin (gently):
"We felt it too."
Selene (tense):
"I think we're being watched."
Iris turned slowly toward the trees.
There was nothing. But the air felt edited — like someone had erased the birdsong mid-note.
Iris (half-joking):
"If there's a developer watching, you could at least say hi."
The trees rustled. No wind.
Aro closed his eyes.
Inside him, the gold thread twitched. Not a memory — a warning.
Aro (whispers):
"They're trying to correct her. Rewrite her."
[3. Weaver – Elsewhere, Real-Time Chamber]
Weaver slammed a hand against the translucent interface. It fractured, then mended, unwilling to break.
Weaver:
"She's in the white chamber. That wasn't supposed to be reachable yet."
Another Weaver — older, quieter — stepped into view. This one didn't speak in riddles. He spoke like a former believer afraid to lose faith again.
Old Weaver:
"This is what the Developers feared, isn't it?"
Weaver didn't answer. He was tracing a thread — Rin's thread — across the multidimensional interface. The colors were bleeding together. Not collapsing. Syncing.
Old Weaver (again):
"Threadwriter never taught us how to contain her. Only how to notice when the rules stopped applying."
Weaver (bitter):
"And we still didn't notice fast enough."
Behind them, a map of all active memory users flickered. Rin was glowing. Aro was glowing.
And now… Selene.
[4. Rin – Reassembled Too Soon]
The white room was changing.
Pieces of old thoughts were rising — visualized as floating shards. Each held a word:
"Before."
"Name."
"He."
"Knew."
"Me."
Rin reached for one.
The shard cut her palm. But instead of blood — ink.
Rin (blinking):
"These weren't memories."
The child's voice returned, but clearer.
Voice (childlike, afraid):
"Stop. Please stop. He's watching now."
Rin:
"Who?"
The ink on her palm began to move.
And far away, a door opened.
[5. Aro – Mid-Realization]
Aro stood. Selene rose beside him, sharp gaze scanning the air like she could slice it apart.
Selene:
"What's happening to her?"
Aro (quietly):
"She's going deeper than any of us ever did."
Alin (watching the trees):
"Should we follow?"
Iris (soft, almost reluctant):
"What if we're not meant to?"
Selene:
"Then we go anyway."
The pond rippled. This time, the reflection didn't match the sky.
Rin's silhouette stood there.
Not mirrored. Waiting.
[6. Weaver – Unraveling Begins]
Weaver stared at the shift. Rin's thread was no longer tracking through the grid.
It had branched.
Old Weaver (stepping back):
"She's making a new entry point."
Weaver (grim):
"No. She's returning to the old one."
Old Weaver:
"…Which one?"
Weaver finally turned.
Weaver:
"The one we sealed. The thread before we became Weavers."
The lights in the chamber flickered.
Somewhere distant, a fourth name lit up.
Jun.