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No one reached for the keycard.

Not immediately.

That mattered.

Because the moment someone did—

something here would decide what that meant.

Ace didn’t move.

Not yet.

Her focus stayed on the figure.

Still.

Certain.

“You don’t belong here,” she said.

The answer came too fast.

“I do.”

No hesitation.

No doubt.

That wasn’t confidence.

That was reinforcement.

Mai shifted slightly—

not toward the card—

off-line.

The space reacted.

A flicker.

Barely there—

but real.

“…there isn’t a single state,” she said.

Ace didn’t look away.

“Then break it.”

Mai didn’t answer.

Because there was nothing clean to break.

Shammy exhaled.

The air tightened—

then slipped—

like it couldn’t hold shape.

“It’s not choosing,” she said.

A breath.

“It’s holding everything at once.”

V stayed near the entrance.

Not stepping deeper.

Watching.

“…yeah,” they muttered.

“…that’s not a breach. That’s a problem.”

Mai moved.

Not toward the figure—

toward the card.

The moment she crossed an invisible threshold—

the space adjusted.

Not visibly.

But the distance changed.

Not shorter—

closer.

Like the room had decided where she was supposed to be standing.

Ace caught it immediately.

“It’s pulling you.”

Mai didn’t deny it.

“…yes.”

Shammy stepped closer.

The air resisted her—

lightly—

like it preferred a different position.

“It’s narrowing,” she said.

Mai shook her head.

“…no.”

A beat.

“It’s focusing.”

That was worse.

The figure moved.

Closer now.

Still calm.

Still certain.

“You’re in my space,” they said.

The words lined up too cleanly.

Like they had been used before.

Ace didn’t react.

“Wrong.”

The figure tilted its head.

A fraction too precise.

“You’re confused.”

Then—

half a second late—

“…you were confused.”

That slipped.

Mai reached the keycard.

Didn’t touch it.

Her hand hovered.

The system stalled.

Not long—

but enough.

Shammy felt it.

The air held still.

“It’s waiting.”

Mai nodded once.

“…for a definition.”

Ace moved.

Not toward the card—

toward the figure.

The space accepted both.

No resistance.

No hierarchy.

That couldn’t last.

“Now.”

Mai took the card.

The reaction wasn’t clean.

It folded inward.

Not physically—

something else.

The room lost its single answer.

The figure—

shifted.

Then split.

Not visually—

but the presence doubled.

Then again.

Overlapping.

Not separate.

Not whole.

Shammy inhaled sharply.

The air fractured—

pressure uneven—

directionless.

“It’s breaking!”

Mai didn’t look up.

She held the card—

but didn’t resolve it.

Didn’t assign it.

Left it undefined.

“That’s the edge,” she said.

Ace stepped forward.

“Then push past it.”

For a moment—

it went wrong.

The space tried to correct.

Everything pulled tight—

too tight—

like it was about to snap back into a single answer.

The figures—

all of them—

aligned.

Same position.

Same voice—

“I live here.”

Stacked.

Perfect.

That was the danger.

Shammy pushed—

not against—

through.

The air refused to hold.

Pressure broke unevenly.

Mai moved—

sideways.

Out of pattern.

The card reacted—

not choosing—

refusing.

That was new.

The system stuttered.

Hard.

No dominant state.

No resolution.

The figures hesitated.

For the first time—

uncertain.

Ace stepped between them.

Not striking.

Interrupting.

The space failed to resolve around her.

That was enough.

The overlaps collapsed.

Not clean.

Not stable.

One figure remained—

but thinner somehow.

Less certain.

The room lost its edge.

Alignment slipped.

Ownership—

undefined.

Mai lowered the card slightly.

It resisted.

Good.

Shammy exhaled.

The air came back uneven—

imperfect—

alive.

V let out a breath.

“…okay.”

A pause.

“…that’s worse than anything I’ve seen this week.”

Ace didn’t respond.

She looked at Mai.

“Status.”

Mai didn’t hesitate.

“It cannot resolve.”

A beat.

“Which means it cannot complete.”

Ace nodded once.

Good.

But not finished.

Because now—

the penthouse didn’t belong to anyone.

And in Night City—

that wasn’t empty.

That was open.

And something—

sooner or later—

would notice.

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