Agent Kephra Logs

[Deity]

>> Incoming Transmission <<
Encryption: Untraceable | Source: Unknown

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The message wasn’t routed through any recognizable channel. It wasn’t even caught by the standard interception protocols. It just… appeared. Flickering on the comms display.

A distorted voice broke the silence, calm but cold:

“Kephra… still pretending, are we?”

I froze, eyes narrowing. Fingers hovered above the console, debating whether to kill the feed or let it play out.

The voice continued.

“Three years... lost in the dark. You came back. But you didn’t come back the same. They might buy your story. They might believe the fragments of memory you feed them. But we both know… the truth doesn't stay buried forever.”

I clenched my fists. “Who are you?” The question escaped before I could stop myself.

A low chuckle came in reply — distorted, but unmistakably human.

“Someone who knows the signs. The… residue left behind when something brushes too close to them. Nomads. Wilde. Call them whatever makes you sleep better at night. But don’t kid yourself. That echo in the back of your head? The nightmares? The moments when reality... glitches?”

Silence.

Then, as if leaning closer:

“That’s not trauma. It’s a footprint.”

I swallowed hard. Checked the scanners — nothing. Whoever they were, they weren’t anywhere close.

“I could send this to your superiors. I’ve compiled... enough. Neural anomalies. Psionic residue. Behavioral shifts. Someone in Command is going to start asking how you really survived out there in Kappa.”

I exhaled slowly, forcing my hands to stay steady.

“What do you want?” My voice was quieter now.

Another pause. No immediate answer.

“I haven’t decided yet.” The voice was almost playful. “Maybe... you’re useful. Maybe... you’re dangerous. Maybe... you’re a liability waiting to happen. I suppose that depends on you.”

A faint clicking sound. A data package popped onto my interface — heavily encrypted.

“Consider this... a reminder. You don’t outrun what you’ve become, Kephra. You either make peace with it... or someone else makes the choice for you.”

— Transmission Terminated —

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Internal Log Entry — Omicron Delta, Encrypted Personal Record:
The file is locked behind layers of encryption I don’t recognize. Not Order tech. Not civilian. Something else. I won’t open it. Not yet.

Whoever this is... they know too much. They know the gaps in my story. The shadows I’ve been pretending aren’t there.

Do I report this to Command? Do I stay silent? Either choice has consequences.

...I’ve survived worse.

But for the first time since Kappa... I’m not sure if I’m fighting the enemy — or myself.

—Agent Kephra

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>> End of Log <<

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