O5-15 sat in the O5 Council chamber, a rare moment of quiet, the weight of the world on their shoulders. As an Overseer, they now held access to secrets that could shatter anyone not prepared. Top-tier anomalies, confidential data—things that most would never dream of. The kind of knowledge that was meant to remain locked away, buried in darkness.

They skimmed through the file in front of them, eyes narrowing as they read about the latest anomaly—a teenage girl lost in a situation that seemed too familiar. Something gnawed at O5-15’s gut. It didn’t make sense.

Fingers drummed rhythmically against the cold surface of the desk, breaking the silence. The door opened with a creak, footsteps echoing. A group of MTF agents entered, dragging a teenage girl, bound in a straitjacket, her eyes wild with defiance.

"And who is this?" O5-1's voice cut through the tension, eyebrows raised.

"She's a new anomaly, Sir. We captured her after a killing spree—23 dead. She said she wouldn’t stop until she found someone." Jackson, an MTF agent, reported. His tone was professional, but O5-15 saw the flicker of something in his eyes—a boy caught in a whirlwind, following orders.

With a brief nod from O5-1, the MTF agents withdrew, leaving only the council and the girl. The silence grew heavier. The girl’s gaze locked with O5-15’s. There it was—a flicker of recognition, something unspoken, a whisper through time.

"Appa?" The word slipped from her lips, a soft tremor of a memory O5-15 could never forget.

"Lou?" O5-15 breathed, voice barely above a whisper.

A hush fell over the room. O5-11’s voice, slow, deliberate, broke the silence: "Kid... is she—by any chance—related to you?"

O5-15 and the girl, Louise, shared a glance—one laden with an understanding that needed no words. And then, in the quietest of motions, O5-15 gave the slightest of nods.