--------**This story is purely fictionol**----------
------(TW: Mentions of trauma and abuse)------Three dots appeared, Typing. Then-
*Little sister*
The phone slipped from her hand falling, again it buzzed, another message
*Project C begins tonight, will you stand with me or run again?*" She whispered "brother...?" unsure if it's him ...
Her phone buzzed again with another message "*don't do the same mistake you did last time, it's time to come back*"

Her pulse pounded in her ears...Anya typed fingers trembling
"*Who are you?*"

No reply, Just a blinking dot on the map to somewhere...

"*Time skips*, 30 mins later now she's standing in front of a warehouse, the location in the map indicating that she's in the right place , her palms cold she felt anxious and afraid. She thought to herself "what if someone is playing with me? , what if he isn't alive?"

Shaking these thoughts away from her head she knocked on the rusty door , heart beating a little too fast ,she waited for someone to open the door, suddenly it opened.

A man stood there waiting , he had glasses, posture calm. He greeted her like she is someone familiar to him, the stranger said "finally you are here, Anya"

She asked him a little confused "do I know you? How do you know my name?"

The man smiled faintly , almost as if forcing himself "your brother left the instructions, he knew you'd come. My name is Daft, I was... someone close to him"

Her voice tightened "that's impossible, he's... dead..., I saw it in news...."

Daft tilted his head , an unreadable smile on his face "dead?? You are really wrong... bodies might fail, but minds nd thoughts....they leave a hard trace. He's not gone, he planned for this moment, for you"

She felt a deep unsettling feeling hearing, her thoughts were disturbed by Daft gesturing her deep into the warehouse
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Inside, the lights flickered, walls plastered with sketches ,pictures of people, and some notes. And among it she found notes which resembled his writings , she knew his handwriting , she stood stunned seeing all this.

As she turned back to Daft , she asked her voice cracking "is he s-still here? ...this is his notes....."

Daft didn't answered, he sighed, adjusting his glasses as he took alrtter from the nearby table. He said as he handed it to her "he trust me with this work and you, and he left this message for you Anya"

She opened the letter, her knees going week, she wanted to run away from all this. "Don't leave me alone in this , and the man here is to help you , you can trust him he have his own reasons for doing this , but I believe in both of you"

She swallowed harder, feeling the weight of the situation, she wanted to run away like she did earlier but the sheer hope that her brother could be alive nd his believing in her gave the strength. "I'll do this" she said .

Daft asked again his expression unreadable "do you really know what you agreed to?".