The Silence of Site 39

Previously

…“Now,” I said, a newfound resolve hardening my voice, “we keep moving. And we keep our heads. We’re not going to let this place break us.” As we continued down the corridor, the silence of Site 39 no longer felt like an empty void, but like a waiting game. We had confronted the Presence, and we had survived. But I knew, with a chilling certainty, that this was far from over. The experiments within these walls had left a scar, a wound that refused to heal, and we had only just begun to understand the true depth of its darkness.