The first day nearly killed me.
Alexis claimed she was just "helping me recover."
She lied.
This wasn't recovery.
This was war.
Gravity Reinforcement Therapy (The "Welcome Back to Earth" Special)
I stood in the center of the training room, my entire body weighted down by what had to be a torture device in disguise.
It was an exosuit—provided by the hospital itself—lined with adjustable weights that mimicked increased gravity. Every movement felt ten times heavier.
Every step was a battle. Every breath, a struggle.
She had me walking, balancing, dodging, even catching objects she randomly threw at me.
The worst part?
The moment I fell, the moment my body gave out—she reset the timer.
"If you fall, you start over. No complaints, Reynard."