G.O.D Complex

My name is Velvet—it's my code name.

I was part of Red Swan, a Russian-based underground agency known for training children in everything the civilized world tries to suppress: killing, manipulation, infiltration, psychological control, black contracts—businesses that fuel blood and profit.

Red Swan specialized in sleeper agents—operatives trained from infancy to blend into society, gather intel, and strike when least expected. I was one of the best. Silent. Lethal. Invisible. A bloodstain on white paper.

But that was the past. Something went wrong during my last mission. And now, I'm trapped in a sterile white room, locked within a nightmare facility, missing 90% of my memories. Someone buried my past. And that only means one thing—I failed. Or worse, someone else is pulling the strings.

Now, I stand with a million others before a door labeled:

> Door 1 — Floor 1

The Holographic Bunny's message echoes in my mind. I barely catch my breath as the doors slide open—and the crowd surges forward.

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Linus kept close to the center of the flow, scanning his surroundings. The chamber they entered was massive—large enough to house aircraft with room to spare. The sound of synchronized footsteps created a constant, metallic echo. They felt like ants, swallowed by the endless size of the Complex.

Already, groups were forming. Some, all women. Some, all men. Some mixed. Some, clinging to children. There were the loud ones, the quiet ones, the desperate, the calculating. Linus wasn't interested in any of them.

He had no need for a team. Not yet.

What mattered now was finding Floor Ten—and surviving.

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His eyes flicked to his status panel.

STATUS: HEALTHY

ELAPSED TIME: 00:07:42:16

TIME REMAINING: 06:16:17:44

ARMORY: EMPTY

AUTHORITY: LOCKED

The timer had started the moment they entered Floor One. Yet after over an hour of walking, there was no sign of a stairwell, a ramp, or even a terminal. Nothing. Just an endless, sterile environment.

The space was disorienting. Familiar lights repeated endlessly overhead. Walls seemed identical. The air had no scent. Linus suddenly stopped.

People kept passing him. Some glanced back, curious. Others scoffed.

"Another soft kid," an older man muttered. "This generation can't walk an hour without crying fatigue."

Linus ignored the noise. Instead, he moved toward the wall.

It took several minutes.

Once there, he pulled out his knife, made a shallow cut, and etched an X.

He stepped back—and watched it drift.

No... it's not me... it's the wall... or the world itself.

The X slid, slowly but surely, away from him. As if reality itself was on a conveyor belt.

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A voice.

"Did you find something?"

Linus turned. Velvet stood there again—cold and calm as ever. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, her eyes sharp.

Why did they keep running into each other?

He gestured to the X. "It's hard to explain. But I think we're trapped in a loop."

Skeptical, she stepped forward, pulled out her blade, and marked her own X. They both watched it start to drift away.

"Are we the ones moving?" she asked. "Or are the walls rotating around us?"

Linus didn't answer. He just turned—this time, walking in the opposite direction.

Velvet hesitated. Then followed.

Their reversal caught attention. A ripple of movement began in the sea of people, but most dismissed them—too focused on walking forward, too afraid to fall behind.

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Elsewhere in the crowd, the beautiful girl from the earlier plaza incident frowned.

"Are we turning in circles?" she muttered to herself, eyes scanning the ceiling.

She hadn't seen Linus or Velvet change direction, but word of their strange behavior reached her. And she was smart. Quick to analyze. If two people suddenly shifted direction in a place like this—it meant they sensed something.

Beside her, the bespectacled man adjusted his glasses calmly.

"They may have noticed something," he murmured. "But it's still early. Too early to act. Better to observe and blame someone else if things go south."

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In a separate part of the crowd:

"Heh, Levi… did you hear that?" a girl tugged on a boy's jacket.

He looked down at her, irritated. "Ignore it, Edna. Keep walking."

She tugged again. "How long does it take to reach Floor One? This doesn't feel right."

Levi sighed. "How should I know? I don't even know this place."

Edna's expression hardened. "Let's go back. My gut says something's wrong."

Levi hesitated, then nodded. "Fine. We'll double back."

They turned—and joined the few others who were starting to go against the crowd.

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Linus didn't notice the ripple he was causing.

He just ran.

The X was still ahead, still drifting. So he jogged, then sprinted, Velvet keeping pace behind him, her breaths measured and silent.

The crowd didn't stop them—but eyes watched. Murmurs spread. Doubt formed.

Eventually, Linus caught up with the mark—only to see it sink into the wall like a ripple in water.

He skidded to a halt.

Someone brushed past him.

"My bad," the man said.

But Linus froze. Velvet halted behind him, frowning.

"Wait…" she narrowed her eyes. "Didn't we already pass you?"

The man looked confused.

But Linus and Velvet weren't. Their expressions darkened.

Linus smiled, "it seems that we are in a delicate situation here" He gently cumbed his white hair.

Velvet understood what he meant, she looked towards the crowd, "it hasn't even started that we have already fallen to a trap "

—To Be Continued