The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 264

Step, step, step.

Garrison followed Vivienne down the station's narrow corridors, taking two turns and descending a flight of stairs.

The standard non-slip steel flooring transitioned into a specialized composite material that completely absorbed their footsteps.

The signs on the wall shifted from 'Medical Wing' to 'Experimental Sector.'

Further down, the signage disappeared entirely, replaced by a heavy, sealed door equipped with an iris scanner.

“Hold on a moment.”

Vivienne paused at the security panel, leaning in to let the scanner read her right eye.

A pale blue light swept over her pupil, followed by a faint electronic chime.

The doors slid open soundlessly, revealing an even narrower corridor. The walls emitted a soft, cool white glow. There were no visible light fixtures; the illumination seemed to come from within the walls themselves.

Garrison followed her inside. His bare feet registered an immediate chill seeping through the floor—not the raw freeze of the Antarctic ice, but a hyper-controlled, industrial chill. His gunshot wound still throbbed, but the sight before him demanded his complete attention.

At the end of the hallway stood another set of doors.

This time, Vivienne used dual biometric authentication. The moment the lock disengaged, a thick wave of white vapor poured out, clinging to the floor like theatrical fog—only far colder, denser, and utterly silent.

Vivienne stepped inside.

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