The Safe House: 11:00 PM
[GOOD... NIGHT? Late night. Very late night. (・_・;)]
[Status: Processing trauma, multiple facilities revealed, general existential dread]
Not the update I wanted, System.
[I don't control the plot, Host! I just NARRATE it! ( ̄ω ̄;)]
The team had reconvened immediately after the gala, still in formal wear, the incongruity of cocktail attire against the grim atmosphere of the safe house feeling almost surreal.
"Walk us through everything," Kai Zhen said, once everyone had settled. "Word for word, if you can manage it."
Lin Yuer recounted the conversation carefully, watching everyone's expressions shift from tension to horror as the true scope of Meridian's operations became clear.
"Multiple facilities," Shen Rui repeated, processing. "Not just Whitmore."
"And subjects further progressed than Dr. Voss's observations suggested," Xie Yunlan added grimly, glancing toward the doctor herself, who'd gone very pale.
