CHAPTER 3 — THE EXIT THAT WAS NEVER OPENED
The rooftop lights suddenly shut off.
Emergency systems triggered.
Doors locked automatically.
The party was no longer a party—it was containment.
People rushed toward exits, but nothing opened.
The surveillance system had taken over everything.
A voice came through the speakers.
Calm. Artificial. Controlled.
“System activation confirmed.”
“Subjects identified.”
The pregnant woman turned slowly, her hand tightening over her stomach.
“Subjects?” she repeated.
The young man pulled her closer. “We need to get out. Now.”
But the exits didn’t respond.
Because this wasn’t a recording anymore.
It was live.
And the system was still watching them.
The man in white suit suddenly laughed nervously.
“You think this is about surveillance?” he said. “This is about control.”
He looked directly at her.
“You weren’t invited to that party.”
“You were delivered here.”
The pregnant woman froze.
“Delivered…?”
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The screen flickered one last time.
A new file appeared.
