In an age when humanity’s greatest enemy is no longer war, but the slow, merciless creep of disease, salvation is born in a petri dish. Mirror Life, a revolutionary breakthrough in Bioengineering, promises to end cancer, renew failing organs, and extend human life far beyond natural limits. It is hailed as the cure that will outlive the species itself.

But perfection has a price.

As Mirror Life spreads from laboratories to hospitals and eventually into military research, whispers of side effects begin to surface, mutations too strange to name, regenerative properties too precise to be natural. Behind the medical miracle, competing factions see opportunity. Some dream of protecting humanity. Others dream of remaking it.

Years later, the world stands divided. Nations have crumbled, alliances have fractured, and the old wars have been replaced by a deadlier frontier   one fought not over land or resources, but over control of life itself. The failed experiments of yesterday roam as predators today, driven by hunger and instinct. And somewhere in the shadows, those who first shaped the code of life work tirelessly to unlock its most dangerous potential.

Among the chaos, an elite few are chosen to bear weapons unlike any before   creations that fuse human will with engineered life. They are soldiers, test subjects, and executioners all at once, fighting not for victory, but for the right to survive in a world where the line between man and monster is dissolving.

And as the old world’s ruins grow quiet, a new sound rises in the dark, the whisper of something vast, patient, and inhuman… waiting for its moment to emerge.

East Berlin – Elias Wirth's Apartment


The rain fell in fine sheets, soft enough to be ignored but persistent enough to chill the bones. Elias didn't feel it, though. He hadn't stepped outside in over a week.


He sat on the floor, back against the wall, old coat draped around his shoulders. Rosa lay beside him silent, unmoving, her body curled in a crescent shape like a sentinel in sleep but she wasn't sleeping.


It started the night before. Three distinct taps on the door just after midnight not a knock. Not human. Too light. Too precise.


Elias had stood for nearly an hour, crowbar in hand, breathing through his teeth when he'd finally flung the door open nothing.


Except Rosa had stood, without prompting, and walked to the door the moment the sound came. Not barking. Not growling. Just waiting she looked up at him afterward, almost expectant. Like she was disappointed.


The radio had died. The TV only caught fragments now garbled audio loops and news blurbs from earlier days.


He stared at the snowy screen that evening, drifting in and out of half-sleep, and realized the static was repeating. It wasn't random.


Buried under the white hiss was something mechanical. Pulsing.


Three low clicks. A pause. Two high tones. A pause. Repeat. He wrote it down without thinking.


That night, he found her standing in the hallway again this time, not facing the wall, but the vent grating near the floor she was tense. Alert.


Elias crouched beside her. "What is it?"


He placed his ear to the grate. For a moment, nothing.


Something down there. Not rats. Not anymore.


The vent… was responding to the static rhythm from the TV.


Elias slept fitfully that night. In one dream or maybe it wasn't a dream he saw Rosa standing over him. Her mouth never moved, but her eyes shimmered with something deep and blue he heard a voice. Low. Not his.


The ones who remain… will be different."


He woke drenched in sweat, with Rosa curled beside him. Her heartbeat synced with his own.


By morning, the scratching returned. Not from inside the vent from the ceiling.


Tiny shapes skittered across it then stopped.


Rosa stood so did Elias they both stared at the wall, at nothing. But it didn't feel like nothing.


And then came the first sound from Rosa in days:


Chapter 9 - Chapter Eight – “The Watchers”