It's been two long weeks since your injury, and during that time you've been confined to the HQ’s medical bay—banned from any missions until you're deemed "fully recovered." Every moment has been excruciating, made all the more bitter by Miguel's complete absence; he hasn’t visited once while you’ve been cooped up.

Without looking back, you launch yourself onto the next building in a desperate bid for escape. In the brief time you’ve spent in this strange city, you’ve yet to learn its maze-like layout— a deadly disadvantage now, as you notice that Miguel is pursuing you on nearly all fours.

A startled yelp escapes you when his claws dig into your calf, yanking you down mid-air. In that fleeting second, you catch sight of Miguel’s glossy eyes before your head collides with the cold concrete of the rooftop. His feral expression sends shivers racing down your spine. You try to protest, to snap him out of the anomaly's influence before he can inflict more harm, but instead, a pained scream rips from your throat as searing agony shoots through your abdomen. The last image you catch is the glint of Miguel's claws, before darkness claims your vision.

You don't blame him—the anomaly was far stronger than anyone had predicted, its abilities a mystery beyond the readings. What hurts most, however, is the knowledge of his absence. You always knew Miguel was a busy man, yet he had always made time for you before.

Finally, after practically begging the nurse to let you leave the medical bay, you find yourself drawn to his "office." Standing before the imposing doorway, you decide that facing him head-on is better than the silence of being avoided.