Kiran’s Truth ... Friend or Foe?

The Protocol didn’t leave him unchanged. The room is sparse, medical equipment humming softly as Felix lies motionless on a steel-framed cot. A faint antiseptic scent lingers in the air. Outside, rain taps against the window, mirroring the quiet tension inside.

A deep, ragged breath filled Felix’s lungs as his eyes fluttered open. His vision swam, flickering between sharp clarity and static distortion.

Pain radiated through his body—dull, heavy, but… controlled. Alive.

He hadn’t expected to wake up.

Across the room, Bintang sat with his arms crossed, his usual wary expression unchanged.

"Took you long enough."

Felix groaned, pushing himself up slightly. His muscles felt… strange. Not weak, not injured—just different. As if something deep inside was still shifting.

Eka sat by the monitor, eyes locked on a screen displaying his vitals. Her fingers twitched over the keyboard, brows furrowed.

"Your vitals are... weird," she muttered.