"When the past is too dangerous to remember, it awakens on its own."
03:00 AM — DCB Global Intelligence HQ, War Chamber
Rain lashed against the bulletproof glass of the DCB war chamber. Inside, the silence wasn't peace—it was anticipation.
Agent Mori sat alone, his fingers hovering over a flickering console. His coffee sat untouched. The system had woken him up with a breach notification.
But there was no breach.
The breach had come from within.
Lines of encrypted data pulsed like veins across the monitors. Then, one command unlocked itself without input:
:: INITIATING :: PROJECT NACHTJÄGER — SECURE FILE 113-X ::
Mori blinked. "No way… That project was shut down. Burned. Blacklisted by the council themselves."
He typed quickly.
:: ACCESS DENIED – BLACK SUN CLEARANCE REQUIRED ::
The system ignored him and opened the file anyway.
Across all twelve holograms, one word flashed:
REAWAKENED
A second later, a dull tremor ran beneath the floor. Like the building itself shivered.
"I shouldn't be seeing this," Mori muttered. "No one should."
He tried shutting the system down.
Too late.
[Automatic Playback: Surveillance Archive – Facility Zero]
A corrupted video began to play.
Timestamp: Unknown.Location: Unlisted (Possibly Kuroshima Trench)
A boy — no older than ten — sat in a glass cylinder filled with cold mist. Electrodes crawled into his arms, his spine, his skull. The pulse of machines echoed like a mechanical heartbeat.
A woman's voice from the log:
"He stopped screaming four days ago."
Another voice, male:
"We didn't program that kind of emotional suppression. He's adapting faster than protocol predicted."
"He's not adapting," the woman replied. "He's watching. Waiting."
The boy opened his eyes.
They glowed. Pale silver, rimmed with cyan.
LOG ENTRY – Project Nachtjäger, Overseer Report #29:
"Subject 001 continues to demonstrate uncontrolled neuro-electric surges when exposed to Type-Z resonance.""Strangely, he exhibits no signs of rejection. No breakdowns. He's synchronizing.""He could be the first human capable of surviving pure Vajra energy."
"We've classified him under the codename: Vajra.""Terminate by age 12. Too dangerous to control."
📍Back in the Present – DCB HQ
Mori's hands trembled.
"Vajra… No. No, no, no. That means—"
He pressed deeper into the system.
A biometric access scan blinked red, then turned green on its own.
Genetic Match Found: 94.6%Subject Active. Location: Unknown.
Then another window opened.
A photo. Clean. Recently taken.
DNS. Standing in front of the Tokyo skyline. Taken by a drone.
His vitals streamed underneath.
Heart rate: elevated.Cognitive waves: unstable.Power levels: redlining.Status: AWAKENING.
"He doesn't even know… does he?" Mori whispered.
And then—his screen flickered violently.
A voice cut through.
Young. Soft. Unmistakably human.
"Hello again… Doctor Mori."
He froze.
"…What?"
The voice was calm. Familiar. Like a childhood memory wrapped in venom.
"You watched me when they pushed fire through my veins.""You stood behind the glass. You didn't say a word."
Mori stood, heart racing. "How… this can't be happening."
"You thought I was dead. That they buried me."
"But you can't bury something that wasn't born normal."
"And now… I remember everything."
The lights dimmed.
The security doors locked.
Mori turned as the power core began glowing behind the panel walls. Hidden conduits, long forgotten, lit up with pulsing white.
The console exploded with files—hundreds of them—leaking out like blood.
Lab scans. Neural torture reports. Forbidden tech logs.
Decrypted Data — File: "BLOODLORD_DNS_X.ZETA"
The final file stopped Mori's breath.
There, in bold red font:
"SUBJECT 001 DNA IDENTICAL TO CURRENT BLOODLORD: DNS."
"PROJECT: BLOODLORD IS NOT A TITLE. IT IS A DESIGNATION."
Mori staggered back.
"They didn't just raise him to lead the Vajra Syndicate...They engineered him to become it."
"DNS isn't just a man. He's the resurrection of a weaponized bloodline."
The chamber's AI whispered:
"System host identified. Primary synchronization complete.""VAJRA HAS AWAKENED."
The lights went black.
A single phrase blinked on every screen.
RUN.
Outside — 03:06 AM
Somewhere across Tokyo, DNS sat on the edge of a rooftop, clutching his chest.
His heart pounded—not from fear, but from a heat he couldn't explain.
His vision blurred. His mind flickered.
Flashes of cold needles. Screaming machines. White rooms.
"I… I've seen this before."
A child's voice echoed in his skull.
"You were never born. You were made."
DNS collapsed to one knee.
And the old, forgotten part of him opened its eyes for the first time in years.
To be continued