But Who is He Now?

A hidden medical facility beneath Jakarta, a secretive underground compound built for emergencies like this. The walls hum with the faint buzz of medical equipment, the air thick with antiseptic and the lingering tension of a world that has barely survived collapse.

Felix’s first breath was sharp. Cold. Like he had been plunged into ice water.

His body felt… wrong. Too light. Too still. Like he wasn’t fully here.

He opened his eyes. Fluorescent lights. White walls. The rhythmic beep of a heart monitor. He blinked, but the world seemed to lag, like an old machine struggling to boot up.

Someone was leaning over him.

Bintang.

His expression was unreadable, caught somewhere between relief and dread.

“You’re alive.”

Felix’s throat was dry. His voice came out hoarse. “Am I?”

—

Eka’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and analytical.