Zxdz 01 __exclusive__ -

The floor crumbled behind me.

I took one step forward.

When my night vision flickered on, the walls were no longer bare. They were covered in drawings—stick figures holding hands, then running, then falling. The last drawing showed a single figure standing over a small, glowing circle labeled: The Seed . zxdz 01

Last of what? I didn’t know. But the floor was dusted with fine gray ash, and in that ash—footprints. Dozens of them, all leading out , none leading in . The floor crumbled behind me

Mission directives scrolled across my vision, burned into my optical nerves: Locate the Signal. Protect the Seed. Do not trust the echoes. Below that, in smaller text: Unit ZXDZ-01 is the last. They were covered in drawings—stick figures holding hands,

I lifted my hand. Five fingers. Human-like, but the joints were wrong—too smooth, too silent. A faint blue glow pulsed under my knuckles every time I moved.