Yu Yu wakes up

The medical bay was stark and sterile, its white walls gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. In the centre of the room stood a healing capsule, its soft hum a constant reminder that it was in use. Suddenly, the gentle rhythm was interrupted by a series of alarming beeps.

Xiang Yu jolted upright, disoriented, and instinctively tore the monitoring equipment from his arms. Panic surged through him as he swung his legs over the edge of the capsule, the cool metal biting into his skin. He called out for Hex, but there was no answer. The communicator that usually rested on his wrist was gone. He swore under his breath, frustration boiling beneath his skin.