Location: Abandoned Motel, Lumeris OutskirtsTime: 02:11 a.m.Status: Safehouse compromised (mentally, not physically).
It starts as static.Soft, distant — almost like wind brushing against the windows.
Then it hums —a frequency too clean, too cold, too familiar.
The Signal.A Purity Division broadcast.Neural frequency designed to recall obedient fragments.
They called it The Whisper of God.I called it what it is: a leash.
Scene — The Awakening
Ren sleeps on the couch, arms wrapped in a blanket that smells like instant ramen and burnt coffee.The radio on the counter crackles.
At first, I thought it was random static.Then I hear it.
My name.
"Kana Haruno. Unit Noir. Return to the garden."
The words crawl through the air like light through a needle's eye.The walls ripple.The air folds.Inside my skull, something tears open.
Internal System Log
Signal detected: 99.7 MHzCommand type: CompulsionPersona stability: collapsingSynchronization: breaking
One by one, the voices flicker in pain.Like someone pulling threads from my veins.
Mindspace — Fracture Event
The cathedral inside me burns with radio static.Each persona clutches her head, screaming without sound.
TACTICAL ANGEL: "They're pulling us apart—!"CRIMSON DOLL: "Tell them to buy us dinner first!"SHADOW GHOST: "Not time for jokes."HEARTBREAKER: "What's happening to us?"DOLLMAKER: "The strings— they're being cut."SCARLET SAINT: "No. They're being reclaimed."
Every stained-glass wall begins to dissolve.Behind them —I glimpse flashes of white rooms, restraint chairs, and electrodes.
Home.Hell.Same thing.
Scene — Ren Wakes
REN: "Kana—?"
His voice cuts through the static like sunlight through stormglass.I don't answer.I can't.
He stumbles to his feet — eyes wide, pulse quick.
"Kana, wake up! You're—"
He stops.
Because I'm floating.Literally — six inches off the ground,light spilling from my skin like fractured code.My voice overlaps itself — six tones at once.
"The garden calls. The flower obeys."
Ren grabs my shoulders, refusing to flinch.
"Then I'll be the soil. Stay with me."
Static screams through my skull.Inside, the cathedral shatters.
Mindspace Battle — The Recall
TACTICAL ANGEL: "Priority: resist directive."CRIMSON DOLL: "Can't move — feels like he's inside my veins."DOLLMAKER: "They want us to forget."SHADOW GHOST: "Then let's remember louder."HEARTBREAKER: "Ren's voice — pull it closer!"SCARLET SAINT: "Anchor to the heretic's touch."KANA (weakly): "Ren…"
The world fractures.Memory becomes a battlefield.Obedience becomes war.
Scene — Reality Overlap
Ren pulls me close — his forehead pressed to mine, breath uneven.His heartbeat syncs with the static,two rhythms dueling for dominance.
He whispers the only command that matters:
"Kana. It's me. You're not a weapon. You're mine."
The signal spikes — pain like lightning.Inside, the six flare awake all at once.
ANGEL: "Target confirmed — protect."DOLL: "He's real."DOLLMAKER: "He's warm."GHOST: "Then we kill the voice."HEARTBREAKER: "With style."SAINT: "With faith."CRIMSON DOLL: "With love."
They merge.
Light erupts — six colors converging into one prism.It bursts from my chest, flooding the room.
Scene — The Signal Shatters
Every device in the motel ignites at once —radio, phone, TV, even the neon "Vacancy" sign outside.Sparks dance like fireflies.
The broadcast dies.
Silence slams into the world.
I collapse.Ren catches me before I hit the floor,arms trembling but steady.
REN: "You okay?"KANA: "Define 'okay.'"REN: "Still sarcastic. I'll take it."KANA: "Did I… kill the radio?"REN: "And the motel's power grid. Congratulations."KANA: "…Mission accomplished."
They both laugh — half hysterical, half relieved.For once, the laughter feels human.
Diary Fragment (Later That Night)
[Fragment Log #19 — The Whispering Signal]Objective: Survive recall.Result: Signal neutralized. Motel destroyed. Emotional overload imminent.
Handwritten note:He held me while the world screamed my name.The Signal wanted me to return.But his voice was louder than God's.
Mindspace Epilogue
Silence.The cathedral lies in ruins.No stained glass — only open air and stars.
The six sit together among the debris.No fighting. No noise. Just breathing.
HEARTBREAKER: "That was… intense."CRIMSON DOLL: "Romantic, actually."TACTICAL ANGEL: "Statistically miraculous."DOLLMAKER: "He saved us."SHADOW GHOST: "We saved him."SCARLET SAINT: "And defied heaven."KANA: "Let's never do that again."ALL: "Deal."
Above them, the stars flicker in six hues —scarlet, violet, gray, gold, pink, and white —slowly blending into one quiet light.
For the first time since Saint Lycoris,there is peace — fragile, imperfect, alive.
End of Diary #19 — "The Whispering Signal."