“Alice can see me,” Lain realized. “Even now. Even when I’m half-code.”
But sometimes, late at night, a girl named Alice will feel a warmth on the back of her neck—a feeling like someone is watching over her, brushing her hair with invisible fingers. And on her phone, a text message will appear, timestamped from no known network. serial.experiment lain
And a voice—soft, familiar, and impossibly distant—will whisper back: “Alice can see me,” Lain realized