The Woman in Black

> [System Alert: Olivia Grayson – Signal Terminated]

[Final Location: Garden Maze, East Wing]

[Unknown Entity Identified – Designation: "Null Sync"]

[Threat Level: Extreme]

Charles didn't wait.

He left Isabella breathless and flushed against the wall, her gown halfway undone, her lips parted in confusion and desire. His heartbeat thundered like war drums. Olivia's signal was gone. Not flickering. Not damaged.

Erased.

And Lust Sync was warning him the enemy wasn't just using another version of the system. This woman wasn't bound by it at all.

Null Sync.

Someone who negated everything Lust Sync stood for.

He burst out into the cool night air, the garden looming ahead in mist and moonlight. Ivy-covered archways stretched before him, paths twisting through hedges too tall to see over. Lanterns flickered low, casting dim golden glows—but even that couldn't touch the darkness curling deeper within.

> [Adrenaline Surge Activated – Physical +15]

[Track Mode Engaged – Olivia Grayson Scent Trail Detected]

[Sync Status: CRITICAL – Olivia: 0%]

He followed the trail, every step a hammering beat of desperation.

He felt Olivia's presence — or the absence of it. A hollow space in his mind where her desire used to burn like coals. She was warm and dominant, a fire he had stoked again and again. But now that flame had been extinguished.

No. Not extinguished.

Stolen.

He turned the final corner—and stopped cold.

There she was.

Kneeling in the center of the hedge circle. Pale moonlight bathed her bare shoulders, her dress half-ripped, eyes half-lidded. She was panting—like something had drained her down to the marrow.

Standing above her was a tall figure in a flowing black cloak. Her face was hidden behind a porcelain mask, white and cracked, one eye hollow and glowing red.

"Charles Manson," the woman said softly. Her voice didn't echo in the air — it echoed inside his skull. "You think you're playing a game. That Lust Sync gives you dominion. But you're wrong."

He growled. "Let her go."

The woman tilted her head. "She's already gone. I didn't take her. You did. Every time you twisted her will with your little words. 'Obey.' 'Submit.' 'Surrender.' You stole her one choice at a time."

He stepped forward.

She didn't move.

"Say another word," Charles said, "and I'll tear that mask off and find out what you really are."

The woman in black laughed.

It wasn't seductive. It wasn't cruel.

It was pitying.

"You don't even realize what Lust Sync is, do you?"

> [System Lock Detected – New Code Injected]

[Error: Unknown Input String "VEIL"]

[Partial Functionality Disabled]

Charles winced as the system flickered in his head like a corrupted video file. Commands were half-there, glitching, rewriting in real time.

> [Sync Bonds: Interference Spreading – Isabella (Unstable), Roxy (Protected)]

The masked woman turned to Olivia. Her hand grazed the woman's face, gentle as a lover's caress.

"I took nothing she didn't offer, Charles. The part of her that wanted freedom begged for it. And I gave her peace."

Charles lunged.

The moment he moved, shadows exploded from the woman's cloak like wings. Tendrils of black smoke wrapped around his arms, halting his charge mid-air.

> [Countered – Negative Sync Field Imposed]

[Lust Sync Efficiency: -82%]

Pain lanced through his skull.

But pain wasn't enough.

Desire still burned inside him, white-hot and reckless.

He roared, tearing against the bonds—and then, in a flash of crimson light, broke through.

He tackled the woman.

They hit the ground. Her mask cracked. Her hood fell back.

And for the first time, Charles saw her face.

It was familiar.

Long black lashes, smooth pale skin. A face he had only seen once — in a dream when Lust Sync first activated.

"You…" he whispered.

She smiled faintly. "I'm what comes next, Charles."

She disappeared in a burst of static, leaving only heat and silence behind.

He turned to Olivia.

Her eyes fluttered open. Weak. Confused.

"Charles?" she whispered. "What happened?"

"You're safe," he said, taking her into his arms. "She's gone."

But as he held her, the system whispered:

> [Sync Bond: Olivia Grayson – Permanently Damaged]

[Access: Restricted – Only Emotional Sync Now Possible]

[Command Words Disabled For Target]

[Warning: Emotional Attachment Still Active – Vulnerability Increased]

He felt it immediately.

Olivia still loved him.

But he couldn't command her anymore. Couldn't use "Obey," "Submit," or any of the system's power with her. She was now a true partner… or nothing.

For a moment, the fear crept in.

If this enemy could remove Lust Sync commands… what else could she do?

And why did she call herself "what comes next"?

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Later that night, back in his apartment, Charles sat shirtless on the edge of his bed, bruised, raw, and no closer to understanding what was happening.

> [New Message Received – Encrypted Source]

He tapped it open.

A video flickered to life.

Roxy—naked and sprawled across velvet sheets, flushed, panting.

But it wasn't a recording he'd made.

She was being watched.

The camera zoomed out—and a figure in black stepped into frame behind her.

Same cloak. Same mask.

> "Your little kingdom is cracking, Charles. Come find me. If you dare."

[Location Tag Embedded – Coordinates: East Campus – Abandoned Cathedral]

> [New Objective: Rescue Roxy Before Sync Severed]

[Time Remaining: 02:15:37]

[System Response: Upgrade Locked – Override Required]

Charles stood, fire surging through his veins.

They thought he was just another system user.

They forgot one thing.

He owned Lust Sync now.

And he wasn't done claiming everything.

Roxy has been kidnapped by the same masked woman who erased Olivia's Lust Sync commands. The system is losing stability. Only raw desire and emotional bonds remain—and Charles has just two hours before the next bond is severed permanently.