Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women

Jude's eyes snapped open.

He was somewhere else.

Not the city.

Not the void.

A room.

A real, tangible room.

The air smelled different here. It was warm, steady, filled with something that felt familiar but unplaceable. He sat up, his mind still spinning. The woman was standing nearby, watching him carefully.

Jude swallowed, his throat dry. "Where are we?"

Her gaze remained steady. "Somewhere safe. For now."

Jude exhaled slowly, trying to process everything. The Architects. The city. The rewriting of reality itself.

Nothing made sense.

But one thing was clear.

This wasn't over.

Jude's breath came in slow, uneven gulps as he pushed himself upright. The room around him felt unsettlingly ordinary after the chaos he had just endured. A soft glow illuminated the space, casting long shadows against the walls. It was small, windowless, with metallic panels that hummed faintly, almost as if the air itself carried a current of unseen energy. It didn't feel like a safe house. It felt like a holding cell. His head still pounded from whatever had just happened, the echoes of the Architects' presence lingering in his mind like the aftertaste of something bitter and foreign.

The woman stood a few feet away, her arms crossed as she watched him. Her posture was relaxed, but her eyes were sharp, scanning him like she was measuring something unseen.

Jude's throat was dry. "Where are we?"

The woman didn't answer immediately. Instead, she took a slow breath before speaking. "A pocket."

Jude frowned. "A pocket?"

"A space outside their reach. At least for now."

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "And who are you?"

For the first time, she hesitated. It wasn't much ,just a brief flicker in her expression ,but it was enough for Jude to catch it. Then, her voice came, steady and controlled. "Lena."

Jude eyed her warily. "You're not just some random person who happened to save me, are you?"

A small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, but it didn't reach her eyes. "No."

Jude let out a slow breath. "Then what the hell is going on?"

Lena studied him for a moment before finally moving. She walked to the far side of the room and pressed her hand against the metallic wall. The surface shimmered briefly before shifting, revealing a panel of intricate circuitry that pulsed with faint blue light. "The Architects don't create reality. They maintain it," she said, fingers tracing along the glowing lines. "They built the framework, but they don't like when someone messes with the structure."

Jude folded his arms. "And I messed with it?"

Lena glanced at him. "You didn't just mess with it. You changed it."

Jude felt something cold settle in his chest. He had known he was doing something dangerous when he tried to reshape the city, but he hadn't realized the scale of it. He wasn't just fighting against a system ,he had caught the attention of something much bigger than himself.

Lena continued, her voice quieter now. "The cycle was supposed to be unbreakable. Every outcome predetermined, every possibility accounted for. But you…" She turned to face him fully. "You broke it. That's why the Architects are after you."

Jude clenched his jaw. "So what? They're just going to erase me?"

Lena's expression darkened. "If they get to you."

He let out a slow breath, his mind still reeling. "And why are you helping me?"

For the first time, Lena looked away. "Because I know what happens when they decide you don't belong."

Jude watched her carefully. There was something in her voice ,a weight that suggested she had been through this before. That she had lost something.

Before he could ask more, the metallic wall pulsed again, and Lena tensed. "They're trying to locate you."

Jude stiffened. "Can they break in here?"

Lena's lips pressed into a thin line. "Not directly. But they don't need to."

The lights in the room flickered. The hum in the air grew louder, more erratic. Jude felt an odd pressure at the back of his skull, like something was pushing into his thoughts.

Lena cursed under her breath. "They're rewriting nearby spaces. If they can't get in, they'll collapse everything around us until there's nowhere left to run."

Jude's pulse quickened. "Then what do we do?"

Lena moved fast. She reached into her jacket and pulled out a small, disk-like device. The edges glowed with shifting patterns, symbols that Jude couldn't recognize but somehow felt familiar. She pressed it into his hand. "You need to jump."

Jude stared at her. "Jump?"

She didn't hesitate. "This device will let you move between unstable points. You can escape before they lock this place down completely."

Jude's grip tightened around the device. "And what about you?"

Lena's expression was unreadable. "I'll hold them off."

Jude shook his head. "That sounds like a terrible plan."

Lena smirked slightly. "It's not a plan. It's a necessity."

Jude hesitated, his mind racing. He barely understood any of this ,why he had this ability, why the Architects saw him as a threat, why Lena was willing to risk herself for him. But one thing was clear. If he stayed here, he wouldn't have a chance to find out.

The walls vibrated violently. The pressure in his skull grew sharper.

Lena met his gaze. "Go."

Jude exhaled sharply. Then, without another word, he activated the device.

The room around him shattered.

For a moment, there was nothing. No sound, no gravity, no sense of self. Just an infinite stretch of shifting, chaotic space. Then ,

Impact.

Jude gasped as he hit solid ground.

He was somewhere new.

The city was gone. The metallic room was gone.

He found himself standing in the middle of a vast and open expanse. The sky above him stretched endlessly, a swirling canvas of deep blues and purples, speckled with shimmering threads of light. The air was still, unnervingly quiet, as if this place existed outside of time itself.