The emergency room is a whirlwind of activity. Medical staff move quickly, attending to patients and coordinating care. The muted sounds of beeping machines and hushed conversations fill the air. But then I enter, wearing a white shirt with blood on it, holding a gun firmly in my hand.

"Everyone, stop what you’re doing and listen!"

The room falls into a stunned silence. Medical staff and patients turn to look, their expressions a mix of fear and confusion. A few people instinctively move to protect themselves. My gaze sweeps over the crowd with steely determination.

"I need a doctor. Now. This is an emergency. No more delays. I don’t have time for protocol. Something inside me is changing—evolving. I need answers !"