D2794 !!hot!! -

Once I have more context, I'll do my best to create a write-up for D2794.

Far below, on the ground just outside the perimeter fence, he saw them. The yellow dots. A field of them, swaying in the breeze.

D2794 picked up the heavy ledger. He didn't file it. He climbed the shelving unit, his boots clanging against the metal. He climbed until he reached the ceiling. Once I have more context, I'll do my

The designation "D2794" was printed on the chest of the jumpsuit, the letters fading into the grey fabric. It was the only name he had ever known.

One cycle, while sorting the corrupted sector of the archives—the section everyone else avoided because the lights flickered ominously there—D2794 dropped a heavy ledger. It hit the floor with a hollow thud, its spine cracking open to a page that had been glued shut. A field of them, swaying in the breeze

In the Sub-Level Archives, where the air smelled of ozone and old paper, designations were everything. D-Class were laborers. C-Class were technicians. A-Class were the whispering Directors who walked the glass bridges overhead.

An alarm blared behind him. Red lights strobed across the rooftop. Heavy boots were pounding up the stairwell access. He had maybe ten seconds. He climbed the shelving unit, his boots clanging

"Compliance is mandatory," the voice insisted.