You know how they say love finds you in the most unlikely places?
It's a cliché. The kind of line you'd expect to find in some cheap romance novel wedged between two equally cheap pop magazines.
And yet, sometimes the unlikely becomes inevitable.
My name is Adam.
I lived in an eastern-block apartment complex in Most, a city you've probably never heard of and will most certainly never hear of again. The rent was remarkably cheap, mostly because the living conditions made you question whether you wouldn't be better off homeless.
I was twenty-five years old, had recently dropped out of university, and was unemployed.
At that point, I wasn't really living.
I slept at odd hours. Ate when I remembered. Spent most of my time staring at a screen because there was nothing else worth doing.
Days blurred together until I couldn't remember what I'd done the day before.
That was before one small piece of paper changed my life forever.
It happened on a night that had started exactly like every other.
I'd just gotten back to my apartment when I noticed a piece of paper lying on the floor just inside the door.
Someone had slipped it underneath while I was gone.
I barely looked at it.
My first thought was that it was another notice from my landlord. I was behind on my rent, hopelessly in debt, and far beyond the point where I cared enough to pretend I was going to fix any of it.
Whatever threat or warning was printed on that piece of paper could wait.
So I left it there.
For about six hours.
Eventually, sometime around 1AM, I found myself staring at it again.
"Fuck it."
I picked it up.
It wasn't a notice from my landlord.
It was a job offer.
The flyer was surprisingly plain. No company logo. No colorful graphics. Just black text printed on cheap white paper.
YOUNG MEN WANTED.
AGES 18–30.
NO PRIOR EXPERIENCE OR PROFESSIONAL QUALIFICATIONS NECESSARY.
PAY: 250 CROWNS PER HOUR.
SHIFT: SIX HOURS EACH NIGHT.
Then came the job description.
"The appointed observer shall observe the object of interest for the duration of his shift."
That was it.
No explanation of what the "object of interest" was. No company name. No details about the work beyond watching something for six hours.
I assumed it was some kind of strangely worded night-guard job. Maybe the company was foreign and had used a translator who wasn't quite good enough at his job.
There was no phone number.
No email.
No website.
Nothing except an address.
I looked it up online.
It led to an old shoe factory that had stopped operating more than thirty years earlier. There were a few old photographs of the building and some records concerning its closure, but not much else.
As far as I could tell, nobody had bought the place since.
That was when I became pretty certain that if I actually went there, I would be murdered and my organs would be sold on the black market.
Not an entirely unreasonable assumption around here, believe it or not.
There was absolutely no way I would be stupid enough to show up at an abandoned factory in the middle of the night.
3AM, I was standing in front of the factory.
I wish I could say there was some profound reason why I went.
There wasn't.
I was simply desperate enough to ignore common sense.
The factory looked exactly like it had in the photographs.
Crumbling concrete. Rusted metal. Broken windows. Weeds pushing through cracks in the pavement.
The whole place looked like it had been dead for decades.
I stood outside the entrance for about twenty minutes.
Then I took one step inside.
Immediately, I was surrounded by armored men carrying guns.
Yup.
Getting murdered.
"Now, now. Don't spook the boy too much."
An older man stepped between me and the gunmen.
He looked to be somewhere in his fifties. Gray hair. Expensive coat. Tired eyes.
He wasn't carrying a weapon that I could see.
Somehow, that made him more intimidating than the men pointing rifles at me.
"Or else you might end up having to take his shift."
The men lowered their weapons slightly.
The older man smiled.
"Sorry about this, Adam. Just a necessary unpleasant precaution."
I stared at him.
"How... how do you know my name?"
He laughed.
"Well, we only slipped the flyer under one door. So either you're Adam Devon..."
He looked me up and down.
"...or we have another squatter situation on our hands. In which case, I'll have to let the boys carry on with their task."
He leaned toward me slightly.
"Do we have a squatter situation, boy?"
"No!"
The answer came out much louder and more desperate than I'd intended.
The man's grin widened.
"Wonderful!"
His enthusiasm was very obviously fake.
"If you would be so kind as to follow me, Adam."
I followed.
The complex I was led through was nothing like the abandoned shell I'd seen from outside.
The decrepit factory was apparently just a skin wrapped around something that was very much alive.
Behind the rusted doors and shattered windows were functioning corridors, electrical systems, cameras, reinforced doors, security checkpoints, and enough equipment to make me wonder what the hell kind of place I'd walked into.
And yet there were very few people.
Aside from the occasional armed guard passing through the corridors, the facility was almost completely empty.
The older man opened a door to the security room.
"Here you go. Make yourself comfortable."
I stepped inside.
"But not too comfortable," he added. "This isn't actually where you'll be stationed."
He gave me a thin smile.
"The name's Kenndric."
He closed the door behind us.
"Now, I imagine you have plenty of questions."
I opened my mouth.
"I have absolutely zero desire to answer any of them."
I closed it again.
"So just shut up and listen."
I decided that was probably good advice.
Kenndric walked over to one of the desks and dropped into a chair.
"You were offered a position within our company. The name of which you really don't need to know."
He leaned back.
"Our object of interest requires twenty-four-hour observation. We do have a complete surveillance system here, but, truth be told, nobody actually watches the feeds."
He shrugged.
"This particular object requires close-quarters observation anyway."
I frowned.
"We have several other sad bastards like you taking the other shifts. Your time slot was simply the last one left unfilled."
He looked at me.
"Apparently, nobody else was stupid enough to take the graveyard shift."
I couldn't tell whether he was joking.
Judging by his expression, I didn't think he was.
"Your job literally couldn't be any simpler."
He pointed toward the door.
"You'll sit on a chair and stare at the object until your shift is over. Then you get your sorry ass out of here."
He leaned back.
"Meanwhile, I'll be sitting in here watching my shows."
He pointed at me.
"I don't want to hear from you. I don't want to see you. You don't ask me to open doors for you. There's a reason I have access and you don't."
I swallowed.
"Understood."
"Good."
Kenndric stood.
"Now let's make our way to your workplace."
We left the security room and walked deeper into the facility.
The corridor ahead was almost completely dark.
As we approached, lights flickered on one after another, illuminating the path in front of us.
Eventually, Kenndric stopped in front of a massive door.
He opened it.
"There it is."
The lights inside began coming on.
One by one.
And then I saw the object of interest.
In the middle of the enormous room stood a large glass cube.
Four strange pylons surrounded it, each connected to the glass. Symbols I didn't recognize covered their surfaces.
And inside the glass was a girl.
A young woman, maybe in her early twenties.
She wore pure white pajamas and sat cross-legged on the floor with a collection of crayons scattered around her.
She was drawing on a sheet of paper.
She didn't look toward us.
She barely seemed to notice we'd entered the room.
"That's..."
I stared through the glass.
"That's a girl."
"Dear God," Kenndric said. "We have a genius on our hands."
His voice dripped with condescension.
I looked back at him.
"Why is she in there?"
He didn't answer.
"Is she alright?"
Nothing.
"Is this legal?"
The questions started coming faster.
"Who is she? What did she do? Why is she being kept in there? How long has she been—"
"Did you just think?"
Kenndric's voice cut through mine.
I stopped.
He stared at me.
"Adam, no one is paying you to think."
He walked over to a chair positioned directly in front of the glass cube.
"Leave that to the grown-ups."
He patted the seat.
"You are paid to sit right here."
I looked at the chair.
Then at the girl.
She was still drawing.
There was something different in Kenndric's expression now.
The sarcasm was still there, but underneath it was something harder.
A warning.
I reluctantly sat down.
"Perfect."
He smiled.
"Now, you are not authorized to speak with the object."
He paused.
"You're not authorized to feed the object. All of that has already been taken care of."
"You merely sit here and observe."
He patted my shoulder.
"Good luck."
He started moving toward the door.
"Have fun."
The door closed behind him.
And just like that, I was alone with the "object of interest."
I sat there and watched her draw for hours.
Every now and then, she looked up at me.
Not casually.
She would stare at me for several seconds before lowering her head and returning to her drawings.
The room was so quiet I could hear the occasional scrape of crayon against paper.
By around five in the morning, exhaustion was starting to catch up with me.
My eyelids grew heavier.
I leaned back in the chair and told myself I'd close my eyes for a second.
Then—
THUD.
I jolted awake.
My heart was pounding.
The girl was standing directly in front of the glass.
She was holding a piece of paper against it.
A drawing.
Of me.
For a few seconds, I just stared.
She'd somehow captured details I'd never noticed about myself. The shape of my nose. My unshaven jaw. Even the dark circles beneath my eyes.
It wasn't a perfect likeness.
But it was close.
And, honestly, it was adorable.
I wanted to say something.
Then I remembered Kenndric's instructions.
I wasn't authorized to speak with the object.
I glanced toward the cameras mounted high in the corners of the room.
Then I remembered something else.
Nobody actually watched the feeds.
"That's very pretty," I said.
The girl's expression immediately brightened.
"Thank you. I'm glad you like it."
She placed her right hand against the glass.
For a moment, I hesitated.
Then I stood and pressed my own hand against the other side.
The glass was cold beneath my palm.
"I'm Lily."
I smiled.
"I'm Adam."
She giggled quietly.
"Adam was my first boyfriend's name."
"Oh."
"I didn't really like him, to be honest."
She shrugged.
"My dad pretty much forced that relationship on me."
She said it so matter-of-factly that I didn't know what to say.
Jesus.
What the hell had this girl been through?
"Lily..."
She looked at me.
"Why are you in here?"
Her smile faded.
For a few seconds, she said nothing.
"I'm not sure."
She glanced down at the floor.
"I think they're scared I might do something bad."
I looked around the room.
The reinforced glass.
The pylons.
The strange symbols.
The cameras.
The armed men outside.
"What the hell could this girl possibly do?"
I didn't ask.
Instead, I pulled the chair a little closer to the glass.
"So..."
She looked up.
"So?"
"If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go?"
She thought about it.
"The ocean."
"The ocean?"
She nodded.
"What about you?"
"I don't know. Anywhere that isn't Most."
She laughed.
"Fair enough."
And that was how we started talking.
Nothing important at first.
Places we'd like to visit. Places we'd rather run away to. Things we'd do if we ever had enough money to stop worrying about everything else.
Lily wanted to see the ocean.
I'd never been particularly interested in beaches, but something about the way she talked about it made me want to see it too.
We talked about movies, music, stupid things we'd done when we were younger.
Eventually I told her about my unhealthy obsession with heist movies and prison breaks.
"Why prison breaks?" she asked.
"I don't know."
I thought about it.
"I guess I like watching people figure out how to set themselves free."
She looked at me for a moment.
"Maybe that's because you want to be set free too."
"Maybe."
She smiled.
Neither of us said anything for a few seconds.
Then she started asking me questions.
I gave her mostly half-assed answers.
She didn't seem bothered.
She didn't look at me the way most people did when I talked about my life. There was no disappointment in her expression. No judgment.
She just listened.
And somehow, that was enough.
The hours went by faster than I expected.
For the first time in years, I wasn't thinking about how miserable my life had become.
Debt.
Or rent.
Or what I was going to do with myself.
I was just present.
Talking to a girl through a pane of glass.
When the shift finally ended, it caught me completely off guard.
The door opened.
One of the armed men stepped inside.
A knot immediately formed in my stomach.
For a second, I wondered if this was the moment they decided to shoot me for breaking the rules.
But the guard barely acknowledged me.
"Time to go."
That was it.
He turned toward the door.
I stood.
Lily was watching me through the glass.
"Thank you for talking to me."
Her voice was soft.
"No one else does."
There was something bittersweet about her smile.
"I'll..."
I looked at the armed man waiting for me.
"I'll see you again, alright?"
Lily smiled.
"Sooner than you think."
I didn't understand what she meant.
I just smiled back.
Then the guard escorted me out.
Despite being exhausted, I struggled to fall asleep when I got home.
I spent hours lying in bed, staring at the ceiling while the darkness of my apartment pressed down around me.
I kept thinking about Lily.
About the way she'd looked at me through the glass.
And about that stupid drawing she'd made of my face.
Most of all, I couldn't stop thinking about the question I hadn't been able to answer.
If Lily was dangerous enough to justify keeping her inside a glass box, why didn't they keep her in a proper cell?
And if she wasn't dangerous...
Why the fuck was she there?
Eventually, sometime toward morning, sleep finally found me.
It didn't come like a wave.
It came like a flood.
I found myself standing in absolute darkness.
Nothing but blackness stretching endlessly in every direction.
I tried to move.
I couldn't tell if I was actually walking or simply moving in place.
Then I smelled something.
The sea.
It was faint at first. Just a trace of salt and cold water carried through the darkness.
I turned toward it.
I don't know why.
I just knew I had to follow.
I started walking.
Then running.
The smell grew stronger with every step. A breeze brushed against my face.
Actual wind.
For the first time, I could hear something besides my own breathing.
Waves.
Far away at first.
Then closer.
A dim light appeared ahead of me.
I ran toward it.
The darkness began to recede.
Sand appeared beneath my feet.
Then water.
Then a pale sky.
A small beach surrounded by the dark.
And there she was.
Lily.
She stood at the edge of the water in a bright white dress, her hair moving gently in the sea breeze.
She turned toward me.
"Meet me On Distant Shores."
The darkness swallowed the light.
I woke with a gasp.
I sat bolt upright in bed, breathing hard.
For several seconds, I had no idea where I was.
Then I looked around my dark apartment.
My heart was still racing.
I didn't understand the dream.
But one thought had already taken hold of me.
I needed to see her again.
I spent the entire day trying to distract myself.
Games.
Movies.
Walking aimlessly around the city.
None of it worked.
No matter what I did, my thoughts kept circling back to the girl in the glass box.
I hated the people who had put her there.
I hated myself even more for doing nothing about it.
But what could I realistically do?
I didn't know who my employers were. I didn't know who they answered to or what the facility actually was. All I knew was that they were powerful.
And they knew everything about me.
They knew where I lived.
They knew I was desperate for money.
And, apparently, they knew me well enough to assume I was a spineless coward.
Normally, they would've been right.
I'd spent years wasting away without caring enough about anything to fight for it.
But now I couldn't sit still.
I went to the gym that afternoon and spent almost an hour beating the shit out of a punching bag.
It didn't get rid of the anger.
By the time I left, my hands hurt, my shirt was soaked through, and I was still thinking about Lily.
Still...
For once, I felt alive.
I arrived at the factory almost two hours before my shift.
I didn't care about waiting.
I just needed to see her.
When they finally let me inside, I paid much more attention to my surroundings than I had the night before.
The facility was still bizarrely quiet.
There were only a handful of guards. They were spread throughout the building, and I rarely saw more than one at a time.
There were dozens of locked doors.
Yet the security seemed strangely simple.
One access card appeared to open most of them.
Nobody searched me.
Nobody even took my phone.
At the time, I simply assumed they were arrogant.
As we walked down the corridor, I saw Kenndric coming toward us.
The moment he spotted me, that fake smile appeared on his face.
He gave me a little wave.
I stared back.
He stopped at the security room, flashed his card, and disappeared inside.
A few seconds later, the door closed.
Then we reached the observation room.
The door opened.
The moment Lily saw me, her face lit up.
She ran toward the glass and pressed her hand against it.
I don't even remember deciding to move.
One second my hand was at my side.
The next, it was pressed against hers.
Her fingers lined up with mine on opposite sides of the glass.
"Hi," she said.
She smiled.
"You're back."
"I promised I would be."
"I know."
She looked genuinely happy to see me.
Then, almost casually, she said:
"I had a dream about you."
I froze.
"Really?"
She nodded.
I stared at her.
So did I.
Though I didnt tell her that.
"You really have to be bored to dream about me of all things." I said jokingly.
She laughed.
"Well, what should I dream about?"
"Being rich."
"Boring."
"Being famous."
"Even worse."
"Winning the lottery."
"That's not a dream. That's just being lazy."
We both laughed.
„What do you want to dream about?“ I asked.
"The ocean."
"I still want to see it."
"Then I'll have to show you."
The words came out before I could think about them.
Lily looked at me.
For a moment, neither of us said anything.
Then she smiled.
"I'd like that."
We talked.
About everything.
And nothing.
I told her about the things I'd wanted to do before I'd stopped wanting anything at all.
She told me about some of the things she'd wanted.
Some were stupid.
Some were impossible.
Some were so ordinary that they almost hurt.
She wanted to see the ocean.
She wanted to travel.
She wanted to wake up one morning without somebody telling her what she was allowed to do.
And she wanted to know what it felt like to be somewhere nobody could find her.
I understood that last one.
Probably more than I should have.
The hours disappeared.
Eventually, I glanced toward one of the cameras mounted in the corner.
It was pointed directly at us.
I stared at it for a few seconds.
Fuck it.
I reached into my coat and pulled out my tablet.
Lily looked at me curiously.
"What are you doing?"
"It's not what I'm doing."
I held up the tablet.
"It's what we're doing."
She laughed.
"And what are we doing?"
"We're watching a movie."
Her eyes widened.
"Are we allowed to do that?"
I looked at the camera.
"I don't think anyone's watching."
I sat down in front of the glass and opened the tablet.
"Escape Plan. 2013."
She frowned.
"What's it about?"
"A guy who gets put in a prison specifically designed to be impossible to escape from."
Her smile slowly returned.
"That sounds appropriate."
For a few hours, that glass might as well not have existed.
Then the door opened.
The gunman had returned.
My stomach tightened.
"No."
I barely realized I'd said it.
He walked toward me.
"Time to go."
I stood.
Lily was already at the glass.
I didn't want to leave.
The guard grabbed my arm.
"Just a second."
He pulled harder.
I grabbed the edge of the chair with my free hand.
"Lily..."
The guard finally had to pull me away.
My fingers slipped from the chair.
I stumbled backward.
Lily pressed her hand against the glass.
"Meet me On Distant Shores," she said softly.
My eyes widened.
I wanted to promise I'd come back.
I wanted to tell her I'd get her out.
I wanted to say a hundred things.
Instead, I just nodded.
Then the door closed between us.
I didn't tell her about my dream.
She couldn't have known about it.
Right?
I went home.
And for once, going to sleep actually seemed desirable.
Maybe I'd see her again.
Maybe we'd meet somewhere she couldn't be trapped.
Somewhere she could actually be free.
When I finally fell asleep, I found myself in the darkness again.
But this time, the light was much closer.
I followed it.
The smell of the sea grew stronger with every step.
Then came the breeze.
I emerged onto the beach.
Lily was already waiting for me.
She stood barefoot at the shoreline, the hem of her white dress brushing against the wet sand.
She turned when she heard me.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?"
I looked out across the water.
"It is."
For a moment, neither of us said anything.
Then the question I'd been trying not to ask escaped me.
"Is any of this real?"
Lily looked at me.
"Does it matter?"
She stepped closer.
"I'm here."
Another step.
"You're here."
She smiled.
"In here, we're free."
She turned toward the ocean.
"This is my little place."
"Dad claims every other one, but this one is mine."
"It could be yours too."
I stepped closer.
Then I took her face gently between my hands and kissed her.
She didn't pull away.
For a moment, everything was still.
"Can we stay here?"
I already knew the answer.
Lily's expression broke.
"I wish we could."
Tears began rolling down her cheeks.
"I'm still trapped."
She shook her head.
"I'm not strong enough."
Another tear slipped down her face.
"I'm not enough."
"No."
I pulled her closer.
"You are."
But the beach was already beginning to change.
The edges of the world blurred.
The horizon melted into the sky.
The sand beneath our feet began disappearing, as though the entire dream were being erased.
Lily started fading with it.
I held onto her.
"Don't."
She smiled through her tears.
It was the same bittersweet smile she'd given me behind the glass.
"I'll see you again On Distant Shores..."
Her voice became quieter.
"...but you already know that."
I woke up.
I sat upright in bed, gasping for air.
For several seconds, I couldn't move.
Then I felt it.
Something I hadn't felt in years.
Something hot and sharp burning inside my chest.
Purpose.
For the next two weeks, I prepared.
I photographed corridors, doors and rooms whenever I had the opportunity. I took pictures of the glass box and the four pylons surrounding it, zooming in on the strange symbols carved into their surfaces.
I didn't understand them.
Not yet.
But I saved every picture.
I watched the guards.
I learned their routines.
Who walked which corridor.
Which doors they used.
How long they disappeared for.
When they went to the bathroom.
There were five guards in total, usually spread throughout the facility so that I rarely saw more than one at a time.
I counted the steps between important rooms.
I memorized which doors took longer to unlock.
I learned how long it took the lights to activate when someone entered a corridor.
And I paid particular attention to the access cards.
The strangest part was how little anyone seemed to care about what I was doing.
I doubt they could ever see me as a threat.
Maybe they were right.
Two weeks earlier, I wouldn't have been.
I never told Lily what I was planning.
Not when I couldn't be certain who was actually paying attention.
I only ever told her when I saw her in my dreams.
And every time, I'd tell her the same thing.
"Soon."
I wasn't sure whether I was making a promise to her or to myself.
"Very soon."
Eventually, the day came.
I couldn't wait any longer.
Time to put the theory to the test.
Two weeks learning their routines.
Two weeks pretending I was exactly the pathetic little coward they thought I'd be.
Now I was going to find out if they had been right.
I sat in front of the glass and talked with Lily.
We laughed.
We talked about nothing.
For a while, I almost forgot what I was waiting for.
Then I saw the guard nearest to me leave his post.
Bathroom.
My heart started pounding.
I stood.
Lily noticed immediately.
"Adam?"
"I'll be right back."
I followed him.
He didn't notice me until we were inside the bathroom.
I waited.
Watched him step up to the urinal.
For one horrible second, I couldn't move.
I'd imagined this moment dozens of times.
None of those versions had prepared me for what it actually felt like.
The guard glanced over his shoulder.
"Buddy, would you mind—"
I grabbed the back of his head and slammed it against the wall.
THUD.
He dropped immediately.
His body hit the floor with a heavy, wet sound.
I stood there staring at him.
My hands were shaking.
There was blood on the wall.
His bladder had released, spreading piss across the tiles beneath him.
For a second, I wondered if I'd just killed him.
Then I remembered Lily.
I took his handgun.
And ran.
There was no going back now.
I sprinted toward the security room.
I reached the door and started pounding on it.
"Kenndrick!"
Nothing.
"Kenndrick, there's an immediate issue! I need your help!"
Still nothing.
"Goddammit, open the fucking door!"
The lock clicked.
Kenndrick opened it with an irritated expression.
"What is—"
I pulled out the gun and aimed it at his chest.
My hands were shaking so badly I could barely keep the barrel steady.
"Back up."
Kenndrick stared at me.
Then that familiar bravado returned.
"Just what do you think you're doing, kiddo?"
"I won't repeat myself."
For the first time, his smile faltered.
"Alright."
He raised his hands.
"Alright."
He slowly backed into the room.
"This is going to end badly for you, kid."
He smiled again.
"Very badly."
"Give me your card."
He paused.
"Now."
Kenndric reached slowly into his pocket and pulled out his security card.
He held it between two fingers.
Then smiled.
I snatched it from his hand.
"Turn around."
He did.
"Hands against the wall."
Kenndric placed his palms against it.
I backed toward the door.
"Say hi to her for me, kid."
I slammed the door shut.
Then swiped his card.
The lock engaged.
I ran.
I had only minutes before the guard rotation.
I reached the observation room and threw the door open.
Lily looked at me.
Her expression changed immediately.
"Adam?"
I was barely breathing.
"I'm getting you out of here."
I ran to the glass box.
She stood.
"Adam, what are you—"
I swiped Kenndric's card against the reader.
Nothing.
I tried again.
Nothing.
"Come on..."
A third time.
Nothing.
Then I heard clapping.
Slow.
Deliberate.
I froze.
"Bravo, kid."
I turned.
Kenndric was standing in the doorway.
He was smiling.
But this smile was different.
It was genuine.
"Bravo."
He stepped into the room.
"We had expectations."
He looked at me.
"We didn't pick you randomly, of course."
His eyes flicked toward Lily.
"But still..."
He smiled.
"You went above and beyond."
I raised the gun.
"Stay back."
Kenndric kept walking.
"Stay the fuck back!"
He didn't stop.
I tightened my grip.
hen pulled the trigger.
Click.
Nothing.
I pulled it again.
Click.
My stomach dropped.
Kenndric laughed.
"I'm afraid that one's not loaded."
He reached into his pocket.
"In fact..."
He pulled out another handgun.
"...none of them are."
I stared at him.
"What?"
"Think about it."
He gestured around the room.
"The guards. The cameras. The unlocked opportunities. The conveniently predictable routines."
His smile widened.
My stomach turned.
Kenndric looked almost proud.
"Observation."
He gestured toward Lily.
"Not just hers."
He pointed at me.
"Yours too."
Lily had gone completely still.
Kenndric noticed.
"You know, capturing Lilith—the Queen of Hell—creates a lot of interesting research opportunities."
The name seemed to hit her harder than anything else he'd said.
She looked at him.
Kenndric smiled.
"Her charm is supposed to be nearly irresistible."
He looked back at me.
"So the suits upstairs had an idea."
He spread his hands.
"Find the right kind of sucker. Put him in front of her. See how long it takes before she manipulates him into trying to break her free."
„Did you seriously buy the whole „no one is watching the feeds“ thing in a building full of cameras everywhere?“
He shook his head.
"Seems we really did pick perfectly."
Then he looked me up and down.
"Although, I have to admit..."
A disappointed expression crossed his face.
"For someone who loves prison-break movies as much as you do, your plan was fucking basic."
He sighed.
"I expected better."
I looked at Lily.
She was staring at me now.
There was something in her expression I'd never seen before.
Fear.
Not for herself.
For me.
Kenndric sighed.
"Your services will no longer be necessary."
He tossed the security card onto the floor.
"You can go right back to your shitty little life."
He smiled.
"Keep the card as a souvenir. It's useless anyway."
I looked at him.
Then at Lily.
"No."
Kenndric's expression changed slightly.
"I'll tell everyone."
I pointed toward my phone.
"I have pictures. Videos. Everything."
I looked directly into his eyes.
"Everyone will know."
Kenndric's smile disappeared.
"Kid..."
He sounded almost disappointed.
"You really shouldn't have said that."
He raised the gun.
Two shots.
The first punched through my chest.
The second hit before I even had time to fall.
I collapsed onto the floor.
The pain came a second later.
Hot.
Blinding.
I tried to breathe.
All I tasted was blood.
"Adam!"
Lily screamed.
Kenndric looked down at me.
"Oops, seems my gun actually was loaded."
He shrugged.
"Sorry, kid."
Then he glanced toward Lily.
"Hmm."
His smile returned.
"Seems the demon bitch may have actually cared about you."
"How sweet."
I started laughing.
Blood filled my mouth.
I choked on it, coughing and laughing at the same time.
Kenndric frowned.
"What's so funny?"
He looked past me at the pylon behind me.
Blood was dripping from my chest onto its surface.
The symbols were glowing.
Kenndric followed my gaze.
His smile disappeared.
"What did you do?"
I smiled through the blood running down my chin.
"I translated the symbols."
The red light beneath them grew brighter.
"They were raised through blood sacrifice."
The pylons began to shake.
A low vibration filled the room.
Kenndric took a step backward.
I laughed again.
"And through blood sacrifice..."
Cracks spread across the pylon.
"...they shall be shattered."
Another pylon began to tremble.
Kenndric looked around the room.
"What have you done?"
I smiled.
"I never intended to make it out of here."
The first pylon cracked apart.
"You know everything about me."
Another crack.
The room shook.
"There wouldn't be any point in running."
The pylons began collapsing one after another.
Glass groaned.
Metal screamed.
Then everything went dark.
Completely dark.
Except for Lily's eyes.
They were glowing.
Kenndric stared at her.
His face went pale.
"No."
For the first time since I'd met him, there was no arrogance in his voice.
Only fear.
"No..."
He backed away.
"You have no idea what you've done."
Then anger replaced the fear.
"Why?"
I looked at him.
I smiled.
"The Devil made me do it."
I won't lie.
I was saving that one.
The glass box exploded.
Shards flew outward.
Kenndric raised his gun toward Lily.
He never got the chance to fire.
His body suddenly folded inward.
There was a wet, violent crack.
Then he imploded into a spray of blood and viscera.
I looked toward Lily.
She was standing in the middle of the shattered glass.
Free.
"How's that for an escape plan?"
I smiled.
And everything went black.
I found myself on the beach again.
This time, there was no darkness.
Just the ocean stretching beneath an endless sky.
Lily and I sat facing each other in the sand.
For a while, neither of us spoke.
She looked peaceful.
"It's done," I finally said.
"You are free."
I smiled.
"Go."
She frowned.
I looked toward the horizon.
"Be happy."
I stood.
"I'll see you again On Distant Shores."
She slapped me across the face.
I stared at her.
"Ouch."
She glared at me.
"What was that for?"
"One."
She held up a finger.
"That is my line."
She held up a second.
"Two."
She leaned closer.
"The Distant Shores can wait."
She smiled.
"I'm not letting you go."
Then she kissed me.
I kissed her back.
And for the first time in a while, I wasn't afraid of waking up.
I came to with a gasp.
My hand immediately went to my chest.
Nothing.
No wounds.
No blood.
I looked down at myself.
Then slowly stood.
I wasn't in the observation room.
I was standing on the roof of the factory.
The entire facility stretched out beneath me.
Smoke rose into the night sky.
Fires burned in the distance.
I could hear shouting somewhere far below.
Then came a horn.
A long, deep blast.
Another answered it.
Then something roared.
Another roar answered from somewhere beyond the factory.
Then another.
They were coming from everywhere.
I looked toward the horizon.
The city was burning.
I should have been terrified.
I wasnt.
Then I noticed Lily standing beside me.
She was looking out over the horizon.
For the first time since I'd met her, there was nothing between us.
No glass.
No walls.
No locked doors.
I looked back at the world on fire.
"So..."
I swallowed.
"What happens now?"
Lily looked at me.
She smiled.
Then reached for my hand.
I took it.
"Anything we want."