It was 02 March 2024. They had entered the Silent Zone seventy-three minutes ago.
Not a shout—just a whisper through the earpiece, Emiri’s voice steady as stone. Momota stopped mid-step, breath caught in her throat. The corridor stretched ahead, pale light flickering like a dying bulb in a forgotten ward. freeze.24.03.02.emiri.momota.a.quiet.place
The command came without warning. Freeze. It was 02 March 2024
Momota didn’t move. Not even to blink. freeze.24.03.02.emiri.momota.a.quiet.place