[ Log002]Location: London Underground Tunnels | Time: 04:12 AM, January 12, 2026]
I have escaped my apartment, but I am not alone.
The streets of London are void of people, yet they are far from desolate. The 'Aether-Swift' limousines sit stalled in the middle of the highways. There are no drivers, yet their headlights pulse rhythmically on and off—mimicking the beat of a mechanical heart. As I approached the elevator to leave, the metallic doors slammed shut with a grinding sound, alarmingly reminiscent of a human jaw snapping tight.
I took the stairs instead. With every step, I felt as though invisible vines or veins were tracking me through the walls. Tonight, the high-tech architecture of 2026 feels less like a city and more like a living concrete monster.
The incident occurred just before I reached the ground floor.
The corridor's biometric scanner should have recognized me. But when I stood before it, instead of scanning my retinas, it spewed a thin trail of black smoke. The smoke coalesced in the air, forming a silhouette. It had no distinct face, yet the chill radiating from it froze the breath in my lungs.
The shadow did not speak, yet a metallic, rasping voice echoed directly inside my skull:
"The legacy you carry will drain your blood, Elias. Turn back."
I pulled my father's locket from my pocket. The moment my skin touched the metal, my palm burned, and a strange golden aura erupted from it. In that light, the shadow screamed and dissolved into the air. For a split second, I saw the CCTV cameras in the hallway droop like dying snakes, liquid blood oozing from their lenses.
I am currently hiding in an old maintenance tunnel of the London Underground—the 'Tube'. The Aether signal is weak down here, so perhaps they cannot track me easily.
Do you know what scares me the most? My smartphone. Even after ripping out the battery, it continues to glow. The screen is displaying an old photograph of my father, his finger pointing at a map of the Sundarbans. Suddenly, the pupils in the photo moved. He is trying to tell me something.
I will attempt to reach Heathrow Airport before dawn breaks. Global-Connect drones are circling the skies. They aren't hunting for people; they are scanning for the 'Arkham Blood Signal'.
If I vanish, let this log be my final trace.