POV: Adriana
Pandora, the leader of The Spectrum, had shaped me with her own hands, an inorganic being of flesh to which life would later be given… A homunculus. That is what creatures like me are called, manufactured rather than born, programmed to obey no one but their creator…
My mission was simple: monitor the Paragon household. Their family had been flagged as a top priority for one of the most important projects.
I was to be her eyes, her ears. Unwavering loyalty, that was what she demanded of me. And for months, I served her without asking questions.
But I never would have imagined that I, a mere homunculus, would fall in love with the very person I was supposed to spy on. After all, I wasn't supposed to have free will, but…
Why was I now rushing toward the station? My crumpled ticket in my pocket, ready to abandon everything for him? Ready to disobey my mistress for that playboy bastard?
