High above the streets, where the city pretends to breathe easier, the same nightmare is unfolding.

In a forgotten apartment in the Upper City, Glimps encounters another victim of the growing phenomenon — alive, breathing, and completely unreachable. The man sits awake but absent, trapped somewhere beyond words, beyond fear, beyond help. The signs are familiar now. Too familiar.

As Glimps pieces together what little evidence remains — fragmented notes, whispered phrases, traces of panic left behind — a troubling pattern begins to emerge. These incidents aren’t isolated. They aren’t accidental. And they’re happening faster than anyone is willing to admit.

When E.V. confirms a second case elsewhere in the city, the implications become impossible to ignore. Whatever is hollowing people out isn’t random, and it isn’t slowing down.

Glimps still doesn’t have answers.

But the city is starting to show its cracks.

And something beneath the surface is moving closer.