By the time I arrived, the blood had already catalyzed with the room's air mix, the dead guy was nothing special after all, another dead end. The dame was another IRIS, unstuck in the story of this place, another misprint, another code snippet referencing a long-dead library stack. I play the tape again, and the story unfolds, How many of her are there? It's a long time till I've seen everything the full picture, or maybe I still can't. but I know where she is going now.
