"His methods were clean and decisive. Every strike was fatal. He might be a mercenary or an assassin."
Black Swan glanced around the lobby and drew another conclusion:
"He came in through the door on the other side of the lobby and headed deeper into the hotel. In that case..."
"I think I know the route he took."
"Come with me, both of you."
Yan Huan and Acheron followed Black Swan. After killing a few monsters that blocked their way, they reached another room filled with televisions.
"Televisions?"
Yan Huan studied the wall of screens, all hissing with black-and-white static, and wondered aloud:
"Don't tell me that Meme crawled out of here too."
Black Swan used her Memokeeper abilities, revealing traces of Firefly's movements around them.
"These are the traces your friend left in this room."
"The faint tremors in the floor, the reflections that flashed across the screens, the flow of Memoria..."
"I've gathered them and recreated them as fragments for you to examine."
"Please investigate quickly. A reconstruction of memories on this scale takes a great deal out of me."
Yan Huan stepped forward and touched one of Firefly's phantoms.
[That thing Yan Huan and I encountered back then...] Firefly's voice came from the phantom.
[If I'm right, it must have something to do with the Clockmaker.]
Acheron stood beside Yan Huan and looked at him.
"She mentioned your name."
Yan Huan said calmly:
"By 'that thing,' she probably means the Meme."
"I said there was something off about it. For all we know, it's that Mikhail... or one of his teammates, transformed."
"And Black Swan told me I was making wild guesses."
Black Swan: "..."
Acheron watched Firefly's phantom and said gravely:
"She seems to be sharing what she discovered with someone. And it has something to