The Bureau gave Mira one job: erase General Vael Tisseren from the world's memory. Forty years of his crimes sat in her terminal, ready to delete. But the machine didn't really delete. It digested. Every file she picked turned into a soft warmth that filled the room, like the data breathed out one last time before it died. Mira cracked her knuckles and opened the first file.

A message popped up in the corner of Mira's screen. Not from the Bureau. From an account with no name. It said: 'He is in the room with you. Don't start until we talk.' Mira looked around the empty office. Her hand hovered over the first file.

Mira ignored the warning and started the job. The moment the first file dissolved, the door locks clicked shut around her. The nameless voice came back, sad now. 'I tried to warn you. The room won't let you leave until he's all the way inside someone.' She ran to the door and pounded on it anyway.