Dr. Su Vera stood before the imposing END headquarters in EDEN, its mirrored facade reflecting the gray, brooding sky. The sheer scale of the structure seemed designed to intimidate, and Su couldn’t shake the feeling that the building itself was watching her. Clutching her bag tightly, she squared her shoulders and stepped inside. The atrium swallowed her in its vastness—a cold, sterile space of polished stone and architectured opulence that felt both impressive and draconian.
“Dr. Vera,” came a voice, smooth and imbued with intimidation. Su turned to see Dr. Gnuman Builder—Numb—approaching. He carried her passport in his hand, dangling it casually like a trophy. His smirk was as sharp as the blade of a guillotine.
“You left this,” Numb said, his tone polite but his gaze predatory. He didn’t immediately hand it to her. Instead, he let it hang between them, as if savoring the control he held. His eyes lingered on her, probing, searching for weakness.
Su reached for the passport, but he pulled it back slightly, just out of reach. “It’s funny,” he mused, lowering his voice. “You’re so principled. So self-righteous. It’s admirable, really. But it’s also… exhausting.” His eyes bore into hers, a chilling mix of fascination and contempt. For a moment, Su felt like prey cornered by a predator. She could sense his obsession—part admiration, part resentment—and it made her skin crawl.
“May I have my passport, Dr. Builder?” she asked, her voice steady despite the fear curling in her stomach. She knew he wanted her to flinch, to show weakness, but she refused to give him the satisfaction.
Numb tilted his head, his expression flickering with something close to amusement. “You’re bold,” he muttered, almost as if to himself. “But boldness can be dangerous.” His smirk faded, replaced by something cold and calculating. “Watch what you say, Dr. Vera.” He paused, letting the words hang in the air before adding, “And watch your back.”
As he handed her the passport, his fingers brushed hers, lingering just long enough to make her shudder. Leaning in closer, he whispered, “Remember… I’m always watching.”
Su stepped back, clutching the passport like a lifeline, her heart pounding in her chest. She forced herself to turn and walk away, her legs trembling under the weight of his gaze. Behind her, Numb’s eyes followed her with a twisted mix of desire and malice. She could feel it—his obsession, his intention. She had no doubt he wasn’t done with her.
On the plane, Su’s unease only deepened. She tried to focus on the hum of the engines, but her thoughts kept returning to the night before. Flashes of disjointed memories played in her mind like a haunting reel: the wine, the way the light caught the powdery substance on the glass, the dizziness that crept over her, the blinking red light, the walls seeming to breathe. The more she thought about it, the more certain she became—she’d been drugged. And the realization that Numb was likely behind it made her blood run cold.
She stared out the window, willing herself to stay composed, but the events replayed in an endless loop. Her heart pounded as fear washed over her. How could he have gotten into her room? What had he done to her?—or worse, what had he planted in her mind? The red blinking light haunted her, a silent witness to a night she couldn’t fully remember.
Midway through the flight, a voice from behind broke her spiraling thoughts.
“Did you hear about that scientist?” a man whispered loudly in a staged like manner to the man sitting next to him. His tone was low but deliberate, just loud enough for her to hear. “Stepped on the wrong toes. There’s this game on the dark web… NV-Gate. Turns people into nobodies. Null and void.”
Su stiffened, her grip tightening on the armrest. Her breath hitched as her mind raced. The words felt too pointed, too perfectly timed. She didn’t dare turn around, her eyes locked on the scratches in the window beside her. Was this a coincidence? A warning? Or had Numb set this in motion before she even arrived in EDEN?
His parting words echoed in her mind: I’m always watching.
The plane began to feel suffocating. Her pulse quickened, the walls seemed to close in, and the man’s words replayed in her head. Whatever NV-Gate was, Su knew with a chilling certainty that she was already in its crosshairs. The game had already begun, and she was its target of interest.
The Harassment Begins
Back in her lab, Su threw herself into her work, trying to shake the unease. VOICE was gaining traction, and she couldn’t afford distractions. Yet, strange things began to happen. Her emails were intercepted, her experiments disrupted. Equipment she had carefully calibrated suddenly malfunctioned. She started noticing unfamiliar cars parked near the lab.
One snowy winter night, Su worked late, the hum of lab equipment her only company. Finally, she packed up and trudged to her car parked in the alley. She started the engine, but when she tried to move forward, the car wouldn’t budge. Stepping out, she found bricks meticulously placed in front of her tires. As she bent down to remove them, a car pulled into the alley, blocking the exit. Its headlights flooded the narrow space, blinding her.
Panic surged as the driver turned off the headlights. The silhouette of a man, face partially obscured by a black mask, emerged from the driver’s side. He raised his hand, mimicking the shape of a gun, aiming it directly at her. Su’s breath hitched. She hurriedly kicked the bricks aside, jumped back into her car, and sped off. The other car followed.
For two agonizing hours, Su drove aimlessly through the snowy streets, her hands gripping the wheel tightly. She didn’t dare go home, fearing what they might do if they followed her there. Finally, she lost them in a maze of side streets, her heart pounding as she parked several blocks away from her house.
But it didn’t end there.
A week later, after another late night at the lab, Su stopped by a grocery store. Returning to her car, she froze. A black van was parked so close to her driver’s side door that she had to climb in through the passenger side. Inside the van, she noticed men dressed in black, their faces covered by black masks. One of them rolled down his window and pointed his fingers at her, mimicking a gun.
Su’s hands trembled as she started the car. She drove away, her eyes darting to the rearview mirror. The van followed her, its headlights glaring. Again, she drove aimlessly, trying to shake them. When she finally lost them, she parked in a secluded lot and broke down, tears streaming as the weight of everything crashed down on her.
The Breaking Point
The stress began to take its toll. Between her work on VOICE, the constant harassment, and the mounting fear, Su was unraveling. Sleep became elusive, her thoughts racing with paranoia. At night, she started hearing voices—murmurs she couldn’t place, whispers of doubt and fear. She knew the signs of sleep deprivation, but this felt deeper, more insidious.
One evening, as Su stared blankly at her computer screen, the voice in her mind grew unsettlingly clear, its tone laced with menace. “I’m always watching, Su,” it whispered, smooth and deliberate. “Like a fly on the wall, seeing everything you do.”
Her heart raced as a large fly buzzed into her periphery and landed squarely on her screen. In her frazzled state, her breath caught, and a chilling thought crept in: It’s him. The idea struck like a bolt—Numb wasn’t just watching her, he was the fly.
Her mind spiraled, weaving connections between his haunting words and the unsettling presence of the insect. Could it be a synthetic nanobot, a grotesque extension of his surveillance? She leaned closer, her pulse pounding, convinced the fly’s multifaceted eyes hid microscopic cameras. In her delusion, it wasn’t just paranoia—it was proof. Numb was there, watching her through the impossible, a phantom whisperer who had transcended the physical world to invade her very thoughts.
She slammed the laptop shut, breathing heavily. Was she losing her mind, or was this another layer of the game? NV-Gate wasn’t just a dark web rumor; it was real, and she was its target.
NV-Gate: The Gang Stalking Harassment Campaign Campaign
NV-Gate wasn’t just a game—it was a meticulously orchestrated gang stalking harassment campaign of psychological warfare, an operation designed to dismantle its target piece by piece. It didn’t rely on avatars or digital landscapes; instead, it played out in the real world, using fear, manipulation, and isolation as its primary weapons. The goal was simple: to erase the target’s credibility, sever their connections, and obliterate their identity until they were rendered invisible—null and void.
It started subtly, with whispers and anonymous messages, the kind that planted seeds of paranoia. Then came the sabotage—missing items, blocked paths, and menacing figures lurking in the shadows. The campaign escalated with unnerving precision, ensuring its target was always on edge, doubting every interaction, every sound, every glance. For Su, it was clear she had been cast as the main character in this malevolent “game.”
The END’s hand was evident, with Numb orchestrating the moves from behind the scenes like a puppeteer. Each day brought a new layer of torment: her work disrupted, her reputation questioned, her very sanity challenged. The once-bright future of VOICE, a beacon of hope and transparency, was now shrouded in darkness, a distant dream slipping further out of reach.
Every action she took felt monitored, her moves countered before she even made them. The sense of control she once wielded over her life was now a memory. As she sat in her dimly lit apartment, watching the snow fall in a hypnotic flurry outside her window, the weight of it all pressed down on her. Somewhere out there, Numb and his network were watching, waiting for her to break, to make the wrong move, to falter.
But Su wasn’t the kind to shatter easily. Even as the game sought to consume her, a flicker of defiance burned within. They underestimated her resolve, mistaking her silence for submission. She knew this wasn’t just about her—it was about the principles she had fought for, the truth she had uncovered, and the people who needed her to keep fighting.
NV-Gate had turned her life into a nightmare, but she wouldn’t let it end her. The game wasn’t over yet, and if they thought they could silence her, they were playing against the wrong opponent.