[CLASSIFIED FILE LOG — LEVEL 5 ACCESS ONLY] SUBJECT: ENTITY DESIGNATION “SERAPHIM” AGENT IN CHARGE: KENNEDY, LEON S. DATE: REDACTED LOCATION: SITE-09 — UNDERGROUND CONTAINMENT FACILITY, US BLACK OPERATIONS LOG ENTRY 001

I was transferred here under direct order, no briefing, no questions.

Site-09 isn’t listed on any maps. Buried beneath seven floors of reinforced concrete, far below any satellite’s reach. No clocks. No windows. Just the hum of machines keeping something alive that shouldn’t be.

They call it Seraphim.

Not human. Not weapon. Not quite alive in the way we understand it. But it generates power, enough to keep half the Eastern Seaboard running when it wants to. They’ve wired it into reactors, satellites, research nodes. Nobody really knows how it works. They just know it does.

My job is to monitor it. That’s the word they use: monitor. But what they really mean is contain, control, and if necessary… eliminate.

The entity doesn’t move. Doesn’t eat. Doesn’t speak. But it knows things. The lights dim when you get too close. Instruments spike. Static creeps into your ears, like it’s pressing against your mind. Some of the others say it’s just electromagnetic feedback. I’m not so sure.

I’ve seen a lot of strange things. Bioweapons. Mutations. Things that crawl out of the dark. But nothing like this.

Whatever we’ve locked up down here, it isn’t just a battery.

Perhaps we caged a god.

— Agent L.S. Kennedy