The Judas Protocol

The chains were gone.

When Marcus woke, the cold bite of steel around his wrists had vanished. In its place was silence — heavy and suffocating. He sat up slowly, taking in his surroundings. The room was stark white, featureless save for the single door opposite him.

Then the voice spoke.

"You're awake. Finally."

The Ghost.

But something was different. The voice was calm, almost… familiar.

"What do you want?" Marcus growled.

"To show you the truth."

The door clicked open.

Marcus stepped through into a nightmare.

The hallway stretched endlessly, lined with glass cells. In each one sat a figure — familiar faces twisted in silent horror. Colleagues, enemies, friends. All of them stared at him with hollow eyes.

"They all thought they knew the game," the Ghost's voice whispered. "Just like you."

At the end of the corridor stood Emily.

But she wasn't alone.

Harper stood beside her — and the gun in his hand was pointed at her head.

"Harper—?"

"She betrayed us," Harper's voice cracked. "She's the leak, Marcus. She's been working with them all along."

Marcus's world tilted.

"That's a lie," Emily's voice was steel. "Don't listen to them."

"You have a choice," the Ghost said. "One bullet. One truth. Choose wisely."

The seconds stretched into eternity.

Marcus raised his weapon.

He fired.

Harper fell.

But the Ghost only laughed.

"Wrong choice."

The walls dissolved into fire and shadow.

When Marcus woke again, he was strapped to a chair. Monitors flickered around him, each showing a different angle of the chaos he'd left behind.

"You think you know what's real?" the Ghost whispered in his ear. "You haven't even started to see."

And then Emily's face filled the screens — but her eyes were wrong.

Cold. Empty.

"Welcome to the end, Marcus."

The game had only just begun.