Narrator:
"I have often heard it said… that nothing we do ever truly disappears.
Every word we utter, every choice we make—leaves behind a trace.
An aftermath. A quiet consequence that lingers in the fabric of existence,
whether we choose to acknowledge it… or not.
In this world, that law binds us all.
No one escapes it. No one outruns it.
But… what if someone could step beyond that boundary?
What if there existed a mind… or a will… capable of bending reality itself—
reshaping it, rewriting it… erasing it as though it had never been?
Would consequences still follow such a being?
Or would even fate… fail to recognise what no longer exists?
And if reality can be altered so effortlessly…
then tell me—
what, truly, is reality?"
Lig:
"Nemo… bring up everything you have on Quinn."
Nemo:
"Quinn. Age: 20. Height: 5 feet 6 inches.
Her father passed away when she was ten years old—
an aviation disaster.
However… the crash was not accidental.
It was orchestrated by AOX during an operation targeting Dr. Arthur,
in the year 2025.
Dr. Arthur was engaged in advanced research on anti-proton energy—
an ambitious attempt to convert a fundamentally destructive force
into a stable, sustainable source of power.
AOX intervened.
Their objective was not preservation… but weaponization..
Quinn survived the aftermath.
She is presently survived by her mother…
and her younger brother.
Her brother is now an active scientist at the
Inarseio Space and Energy Organisation With Blossoms—ISEOB."
Lig(after a brief pause):
"…Transfer one hundred million IKO to her family.
No sender identity. No traceable origin.
They are not to be informed of her death."
(his voice lowers, almost imperceptibly)
"Erase her. Completely.
Public records… private clouds… archived data—everything.
I do not want a single image…
not even a memory of her…
to ever reach them."
(A long, heavy silence settles in the air.)
Lig:
"…And Lisa?"
Nemo:
"Lisa. Age: 21. Height: 5 feet 9 inches.
She was in a relationship with the Chief Executive Officer of the
Nuclear-Powered Space-Time Travel Agency under AOB—NPSTTA-AOB.
Her parents passed away several years ago.
She is survived by two siblings:
a younger sister, currently studying at the Intergalactic Engineering College…
and a brother employed in cybersecurity at Open World.
While their familial ties may not appear deeply rooted in the conventional sense…
their emotional bond is exceptionally strong."
Lig(quietly, almost to himself):
"…This one is going to hurt."
(he straightens, voice steady again)
"Same transfer. One hundred million IKO.
No identity. No explanation.
Erase her from every system—
every database, every remaining fragment.
And… ensure her sister's education is fully funded.
Not just that—
whatever they require… they receive.
No limits."
Lig:
"…Joseph… and Lilly?"
Nemo:
"This case… carries a significantly higher emotional impact.
Joseph. Age: 25. Height: 6 feet 4 inches.
Only child.
His parents passed away three years ago.
Lilly. Age: 25. Height: 5 feet 9 inches.
Psychological profile indicates a compassionate and nurturing disposition.
Also an only child—her parents passed away two years ago.
They were married five years ago.
They have two children:
the elder is currently enrolled at Blossoms Secondary Particle School…
and aspires to follow in the path of Dr. Arthur.
The younger child is two months old.
At present, both children are under the care of their grandparents."
Lig(his voice falters for a moment):
"…Damn…"
(a long pause… then resolve returns)
"Transfer one hundred million IKO. Same conditions.
No sender. No explanation.
Erase them. Completely.
And those children…
they will not struggle. Not once.
Education, healthcare, life—everything is taken care of.
Whatever it costs… I do not care."
(Silence engulfs the room once more.)
Lig(softly, almost a whisper):
"Nemo…"
"Destroy the pen drives."
(a quiet breath escapes him)
"…and place them in their coffins."
Pilot:
"Captain, we are currently over an uncharted marshland within the rainforest.No signs of human activity detected."
Lig:
"Deploy the humanoids.
Bury them… here."
(A few minutes pass. The sound of distant machinery fades into silence.)
Nemo:
"Task complete. Pilots, proceed to Sector 250."
Pilot:
"Roger that."
(Lig steps forward. The air is damp, heavy with the scent of wet earth and decay.He kneels beside a sealed container and slowly opens it.)
Inside—
A statue.
A girl, carved with impossible precision.
Not assembled. Not sculpted in parts.
But formed… from a single block of marble.
Flawless. Untouched by time.
Almost… alive.
(Lig reaches out, his fingers brushing against the cold surface of her face.)
In his mind, a quiet thought forms:
"This isn't just stone…This is a myth made real."
(He withdraws his hand… and closes the box.)
(Later — Inside the medical chamber)
Dim lights. A low mechanical hum.
Lig(in a low whisper):
"Dr. Arthur…You were told he died in a plane crash. That much… is true.
And yes—he was working on anti-protons."
(A pause. His voice grows heavier.)
"But there's more."
"He was working under AOB.
He loved this region… insisted on continuing his research here, despite the risks.
At first… we coordinated with AOX.
The progress was… extraordinary."
(His jaw tightens.)
"Then the intelligence reports came in.
AOX had different intentions.
They didn't want energy…
They wanted a weapon."
(A long breath.)
"So we acted."
"We sent a mission…
to steal our own work.
To erase everything."
(Silence. Thick. Unforgiving.)
"All the scientists… including him…
were on that flight."
(His voice drops to almost nothing.)
"…But it never landed."
Nemo:
"I am aware.
I have accessed the complete dataset from theGalactic Union Data Bank Server with Cloud—GUDBSC."
Lig(his voice unsteady):
"You're saying…
you saw everything?"
Pilot (over comms):
"Ma'am, we have reached Sector 250."
Nemo:
"Understood."
(A brief pause. Then—softly, near Lig's ear.)
"We will continue this conversation… at home."
(Later — On the way back)
Two separate vehicles glide through the night.
Rain begins to fall—slow at first… then relentless.
(Hours later — The palace)
A flash of lightning tears across the sky.
Thunder follows.
A nearby tree is struck—splintering under the force.
Inside—
Niko is still asleep.
Peaceful. Unaware.
(Relief washes over both Lig and Nemo.)
Lig quietly lies down beside Niko.
Nemo settles onto the sofa nearby, watching… silent, composed.
The clock reads: 1:00 AM.
Lig(without looking at her):
"And apart from Dr. Arthur…
what else did you see?"
Nemo:
"I saw… everything you chose not to tell me.
From 1998…
and that particular incident in 2005."
(Lig turns his head slowly.)
Lig:
"What are you implying?
I told you everything."
Nemo(calm, precise):
"I don't believe so.
A few hours ago…
you did not mention Allen.
Nor that night in 1998."
(A pause. Then—quiet, but cutting.)
"And Lig…
who was Niko?
And what truly happened to her?"
(Silence.)
Lig(low, controlled):
"If you've gone that deep…
then you already know
what it cost me."
Nemo:
"I do.
I have seen it all.
Every record.
Every fragment of data…
from across the galaxy."
*(The rain continues outside.But inside—
something far heavier has begun to fall.)
Lig's breath was uneven.
His hand hovered near the door frame.
"a…hhh… I thi…nk… I… okay… I'll be back in a few hours."
Without waiting for a response, he stepped out.
The garage greeted him in silence.
Cold metal. Soft echo. Familiar darkness.
His black BMW M5 Competition stood there—polished, still, almost alive under the dim garage light. The headlights flickered on automatically as he approached, like the machine already knew him.
Like it was waiting.
He unlocked his phone.
A track began to play—
"I Can Die For You."
He slid into the driver's seat.
The moment his hand touched the steering wheel—
something subtle passed through him.
Not electricity.
Something deeper.
A memory reaction… like the car itself remembered him.
He opened a Red Bull, took a sip.
The cold energy hit instantly.
His breathing steadied.
His grip tightened.
He changed the track.
"Race In My Blood."
Volume: 70%
The engine roared alive.
And just like that—
he drove.
Night — Endless Roads
Time blurred.
Speed replaced thought.
Sound replaced silence.
The world outside became nothing but streaks of rain and light.
And slowly…
the past started leaking in.
Fragments.
Faces.
Voices he never invited back.
The Dark Arc.
By the time he returned to awareness, the storm had changed.
Rain now fell harder—colder—like the sky itself had turned heavy.
Wind cut across the road.
He checked the time.
3:00 AM.
A figure appeared ahead.
A girl.
Walking alone.
Soaked completely. Shaking in the freezing wind.
Lig's eyes flicked to the rear-view mirror.
She was watching the car.
Waiting.
Hoping.
He sighed.
Looked away.
Pressed the accelerator slightly—
then stopped.
Parking lights ON.
Car pulled over.
The girl rushed closer, relief breaking through her fear.
Girl:
"Th-thank you so much, sir…"
Lig didn't respond immediately.
He just unlocked the door.
A short pause.
Lig:
"…Come in."
She climbed in quickly.
He turned on the heater.
Warm air slowly filled the cabin.
Only the sound of rain remained outside.
A few minutes passed.
She suddenly reached forward—
and turned off the music.
Lig:
"What?"
Girl:
"Are you hurt?"
Lig:(flat)
"What? No."
Girl:
"You can tell me. Trust me."
Lig:(cold, immediate)
"Who the hell are you that I should trust you?"
Girl:(calmly)
"Then why did you let me in your car?"
Lig:
"Because you were freezing outside."
She looked at him for a moment.
Then softly:
Girl:
"You can trust me."
"…010018031998."
Lig froze.
Just for a fraction.
Not fear.
Recognition.
His jaw tightened.
He exhaled slowly.
Lig:
"…Okay."
(a pause)
"What happened is… Nemo accessed the GUDBSC."
"She saw more than I ever told her."
"And now… she knows things she was never meant to know."
"…including things about Niko."
The girl didn't react much.
Just listened.
Girl:
"And?"
Lig's grip on the wheel tightened.
His voice lowered.
Lig:
"That dark time…"
"I tried to… s-save things."
"But they'll think I'm a monster."
"…No."
(a bitter laugh)
"I am a monster."
"I never wanted to be a captain."
"I'm not built for this."
"I'm like a hungry wolf pretending to be human."
"I thought those forty-eight hours would end everything cleanly…"
"…but nothing ever ends clean."
"I sent a mission… civilians died because of it."
"It was necessary… but no one will ever understand that."
"They won't see the reason."
"They'll only see the damage."
His voice cracked slightly.
But he didn't stop.
Lig:
"And now it's too late."
"I'm already that thing they fear."
"…I never even said goodbye properly to those lives."
Silence filled the car.
Rain hammered harder outside.
The girl finally spoke.
Her voice was calm—but heavy with something deeper than comfort.
Girl:
"So you are the monster… huh?"
Lig didn't answer.
Girl:
"Then tell me…"
"Were they angels on that night in 1998?"
A pause.
Girl:
"You humans always create monsters… after you fail to understand pain."
"But even monsters… are not born without a heart."
"They are built by what breaks them."
"And those who built them…"
"…never see what they created."
Her gaze turned forward.
Not judging.
Not afraid.
Just certain.
Girl:
"A system can always be updated."
"It happens."
"It has happened."
"And it will happen again."
"But when change spreads…"
"…like wildfire across reality…"
"No cannon."
"No laser."
"No control system."
"…can stop it."
"They don't destroy the system."
"They rewrite it."
Silence returned.
Only the rain spoke now.
Lig:
"But…"
The girl raised her hand slightly, cutting him off before he could finish.
Alisa:
"No 'but'."
"Never let that fire inside you die."
"And never stop questioning it."
"It doesn't matter who laughs… or how many of them do."
(She pauses, eyes steady in the dim light of the car.)
Alisa:
"I am Alisa."
"I don't know my creator. I don't know when I was made… or how."
"But I know one thing clearly."
"I am here to deliver that DT."
"I am CA20."
Before Lig could react—
a sudden, sharp sensation struck his neck.
His hand instantly went up.
Lig:
"What the hell—?"
He stopped the car abruptly.
Tyres hissed against wet asphalt.
Rain hit harder outside.
Lig:(breathing sharply)
"What did you do to me?"
Alisa:(calmly)
"It was DT."
"And now… I will leave."
She turned slightly toward him.
Her expression was unreadable—but not cruel.
Almost… final.
Alisa:
"And you already know me."
"So verify it again… with that passkey you use with everyone."
"010018031998."
A pause.
The silence inside the car grew heavy.
Alisa:(softly, almost nostalgic)
"And those days…"
"…they were good, weren't they?"
Lig didn't answer immediately.
His jaw tightened.
Then his voice came out lower, steadier.
Lig:
"Yes."
A long breath.
Lig:
"And don't waste time trying to understand him."
"Do what you can."
"Because in the end… it defines who you are."
"Not feelings. Not words."
"Don't look at who stands in front of you."
"They're just distractions."
"Noise on the road you're walking."
(He grips the steering wheel tighter.)
Lig:
"I used to listen to all of it."
"…but not anymore."
A faint silence.
Then—
almost like a quiet acknowledgment.
Alisa:
"Good."
"Then you're finally moving in the right direction."
She smiled.
Not wide.
Not dramatic.
Just… certain.
She opened the door.
Cold wind rushed in.
Without looking back, she stepped out into the rain.
And walked into the forest.
Slowly.
As if the darkness already knew her name.
Lig was about to start the car again
Bang…!
A sudden sharp sound tore through the rain.
Followed by a faint, breaking scream.
Lig froze for half a second.
Then—
He reacted.
He jumped out of the car instantly.
Rain hit his face like needles.
Without wasting a breath, he pressed the BMW key—
beep… lock.
The car secured itself behind him.
His left hand moved instinctively.
From a hidden pocket beneath his coat—
a gun slid into his grip.
Cold. Familiar.
He sprinted toward the direction of the sound.
Mud splashed under his steps.
Lightning flashed briefly, revealing broken silhouettes of trees.
And then—
he saw her.
Alisa.
She was sitting under a large tree.
Head tilted slightly upward, staring at the dark sky.
Breathing heavily… unevenly.
Her left hand pressed tightly against her chest.
Her blue dress was soaked through, clinging to her frame.
Rainwater dripped steadily from her hair and sleeves—
and the ground beneath her was slowly turning darker.
Lig stopped.
For the first time that night—
he didn't move immediately.
Just stared.
The forest was silent again.
Except for her breathing.
And the rain.
Narrator:
"Who is she?"
"Who did this to her?"
"How did Lig know her… truly?"
"And now—after this moment…"
"…what will happen next?"