Sena Ayanami Instant

The servers screamed. Lights flickered. Unit 07 went still.

Not similar. Identical. The same storm-gray eyes, closed now. The same high cheekbones, the same small, unsmiling mouth. Wires ran from her temples into the ceiling. A label on the tank read: PROJECT ECHO. UNIT 07. sena ayanami

She had anticipated the scanner. She had not anticipated the voice behind it. The servers screamed

The girl in the tank opened her eyes. Sena had exactly 1.4 seconds to react before the tank shattered. Unit 07 exploded outward in a spray of amber fluid and glass, landing in a crouch that mirrored Sena’s own combat stance. They circled each other, two reflections in a broken mirror. closed now. The same high cheekbones