Chapter 80: The Soldier Named Tommy

As Alex sat on the cold, metallic chair, he could feel the rough fabric of his worn black and white samurai armor pressing against his skin. The room around him was stark, illuminated by a single, dim overhead light that cast long shadows against the concrete walls. The air was heavy with the smell of sweat and oil, and the low hum of machinery echoed faintly in the background. Alex's head throbbed, and his thoughts were scattered as he tried to piece together what had happened.

The soldier, Tommy, stood in front of him, clad in a tactical uniform that blended modern military gear with the rugged, practical attire needed to survive in this world. His helmet had a night-vision visor, which he had pushed up onto his forehead, revealing a rugged face with stubble and tired eyes that had seen too much. Tommy's presence was intimidating, and his sharp, no-nonsense tone added to the tension.