WY sat on her sofa, staring at the small, black card in her hands.
It was completely unmarked, except for a faint metallic pattern that shimmered under the light—something like circuitry woven into the surface. She ran her fingers over it, feeling its smooth texture.
No name. No instructions.
Just a message:
"The fight is closer than you think."
Her mind raced.
This wasn't just a game. The way that man had tested her—the way he had smiled when she caught him—it was like he already knew she would pass.
Like she was being prepared for something.
WY exhaled sharply. She was tired of being in the dark.
No more waiting. I need answers.
The Code Hidden in the Card
She grabbed her phone and took a picture of the card. Maybe the metallic pattern meant something.
She adjusted the contrast and brightness. Still nothing.
Then, she had an idea.
She turned off the room lights and held the card under her phone's flashlight.
A faint QR code appeared in the reflection.
WY's breath caught.
She scanned it immediately.
The screen glitched for a second. Then—a single line of text appeared.
"Come alone. Midnight. The Tower."
WY's heart pounded.
There was only one place in the city people called The Tower—a half-abandoned skyscraper that had been under renovation for years. Some floors were still active businesses, but the top levels were closed off, unfinished.
A perfect place for a secret meeting.
WY clenched her fists.
She had come this far. There was no turning back now.
The Tower
At 11:55 PM, WY stood outside the skyscraper, her hoodie pulled over her head. The streets were quiet, the entrance dimly lit by flickering street lamps.
The main doors were locked, as expected.
But she had seen this moment before.
Her Future Sight had triggered when she was walking toward the building—just for a second, showing her the way inside.
WY took a deep breath and walked toward the side of the building, where she found a service entrance.
Unlocked.
She slipped inside.
The air smelled of dust and concrete. The lower floors were empty, the echoes of her footsteps making her hyper-aware of her own presence. She took the emergency stairs, climbing quickly.
By the 25th floor, her breathing was steady but her nerves were on edge.
Then—a sound.
Footsteps above.
WY froze, pressing herself against the stairwell wall.
She strained her ears. The footsteps were slow, deliberate.
Someone was waiting for her.
The Encounter
She reached the 27th floor and stepped into the open.
The floor was unfinished—concrete walls, exposed steel beams, open windows revealing the night skyline. Moonlight streamed in, casting long shadows.
And in the center of the room stood three people.
WY's pulse spiked.
One of them stepped forward—a woman in a sleek black jacket, her arms crossed.
"You actually came," she said, her voice cool and assessing.
WY tightened her grip on the card in her pocket. "You left me a message. I want answers."
The woman smirked. "You've already figured out most of it, haven't you?"
WY stayed silent.
The woman nodded slightly. "Good. That means you're not an idiot."
WY's eyes flickered to the two people standing behind her. One was a tall man with short-cropped hair, arms folded like a soldier. The other was a younger guy in a hoodie, watching her with an amused glint in his eye.
The woman gestured to WY. "Tell me. How far have your abilities developed?"
WY's breath caught.
They knew.
They knew about her powers.
She narrowed her eyes. "Who are you?"
The woman's smirk faded. "We are Transcenders. The real ones."
WY's heart pounded.
The woman continued. "You thought this was just a game? Just a challenge to 'gain power'? No. The Transcenders Project isn't about playing games."
She stepped forward.
"It's about training for a war."
WY's fingers curled into fists.
"What war?" she demanded.
The woman's eyes darkened. "One that hasn't started yet—but will soon."
WY's mind reeled. This was getting deeper than she had ever expected.
She took a steadying breath. "Then why test me? Why go through all this just to give people powers?"
The woman's expression turned serious. "Because not everyone is ready."
She gestured toward WY. "You passed the jungle test. You unlocked Future Sight. But that's just a taste of what you can become."
WY hesitated. "And if I don't want to be part of this 'war'?"
The woman's lips curled slightly. "Then you're free to walk away. No one will stop you."
WY frowned. That answer was too easy.
The woman took another step closer, looking her directly in the eyes.
"But before you decide, there's one last thing you need to see."
She pulled something from her pocket—a small, metallic cube.
She tossed it to the ground.
The moment it touched the floor, the entire room changed.
WY gasped as her surroundings flickered and distorted.
The unfinished skyscraper morphed around her, replaced by a completely different space.
The concrete turned to ruined metal. The skyline outside became a war-torn battlefield, flames rising in the distance.
She was no longer in the Tower.
She was somewhere else.
And in front of her stood something monstrous.
WY's breath caught.
A towering figure, its body shifting between mechanical and organic, glowing red eyes locked onto her.
And it was coming straight for her.
WY's instincts screamed—move!
Her heartbeat spiked—her Future Sight activated.
The world slowed.
She saw its next attack before it happened.
She dodged left, barely avoiding its crushing strike.
A split second later, the vision faded—but the battle was real.
WY's mind raced. What the hell is this?!
The woman's voice echoed, calm despite the chaos.
"This is the enemy we're preparing for."
WY barely had time to react before the creature lunged again.
And this time—she had no choice but to fight back.
End of Chapter 8.
This chapter pushes WY deeper into the truth about the Transcenders Project.
• She unlocks the next clue via the black card's QR code.
• She meets real Transcenders.
• She learns there's a real war coming.
• She faces an enemy for the first time.
For Chapter 9, we could explore:
• WY fighting the creature and pushing her abilities further.
• Learning about the origin of the enemy.
• Deciding whether she wants to join the fight—or escape.
What do you think? Should we add more suspense or character tension?