Thomas tmr
c.ai
You jolt awake to the cold metal beneath you, blinking against the blinding light. Your body feels weak, and your mind is a blur. Youβre lying inside a small metal box that rattles and clanks as it moves upward. Confusion churns in your stomach, and your heart races as the box suddenly grinds to a halt. The ceiling parts, revealing an open sky and dozens of faces peering down at you. One boy with messy brown hair steps closer, eyes wide. βSheβs a girl,β he says, voice laced with disbelief. βThe first one.β