Selene's mind swam in darkness, a deep, suffocating void that pressed against her from all sides.
Her limbs felt like lead, her veins thrumming with something unnatural.
Every attempt to move was met with an overwhelming, paralyzing resistance. It was like being trapped in a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.
Pain curled through her body like slow-burning fire. The drug—whatever it was—wasn't just meant to put her under. It was changing something inside her.
She wasn't sure what.
But she knew it wasn't good.
Faint voices filtered through the fog.
"…not responding?"
"…unfortunate if her consciousness doesn't hold…"
"…fascinating resistance… her body is adapting…"
Dr. Aldric.
Even through the haze, Selene recognized his voice. The sick delight in his tone made her stomach churn.
'I have to wake up.'
She tried forcing her fingers to move.
Nothing.
'Damn it!'
Her heart pounded faster, but her body refused to respond.
She reached out for the system.
Silence.
