Unit 07 lunged. Sena blocked—left arm, redirected, side step—but the clone had already anticipated the redirection. A knee drove into Sena’s ribs. She gasped, stumbled, and in that microsecond of pain, saw the truth.
Sena didn’t move. “The missing girls.” sena ayanami
And somewhere in the basement, in a cracked tank now drained of fluid, Unit 07 opened her eyes for the second time. This time, no one was controlling her. This time, she had a choice. Unit 07 lunged