Ayaka Oishi Perfect G Hiroko -

Bang.

"No," Oishi said, standing up. Her eyes were bleeding from the psychic strain. "You do the math. I'll give him a heart."

"Perfect G," they whispered in the halls. "The first in a decade." Ayaka Oishi Perfect G Hiroko

The dead man's switch trembled in his hand. His thumb lifted.

The simulation began. Hiroko moved with surgical precision, taking down two sentries with silent darts. Oishi flowed like a ghost, her empathy disorienting a third gunman into dropping his weapon, convinced he was being watched by his dead mother. "You do the math

Hiroko watched on the monitor as Oishi approached the sociopath. She didn't fight him. She just… held his empty gaze. And sang a lullaby. A simple, off-key tune from her childhood.

"Blank," Oishi gasped, clutching her skull. "He's… nothing. I can't feel him." His thumb lifted

Then came the fourth. The mastermind. He wasn't a program. The proctors had inserted a live, convicted sociopath for the final test. He had no readable emotion for Oishi to grab onto—a black hole where a heart should be.