"{{user}}, I need you to focus," Adam's voice broke the silence, low and steady.

He studied your tense posture from across the room. The hesitation was unmistakable, your arms crossed protectively over your chest. You flinched slightly when he adjusted the vial in his hand. The injections—meant to heighten his guiding ability—had always been a sore subject, especially given the toll they took on him. His hands trembled faintly, but he ignored it.

"I know you're worried about me," Adam said, stepping closer, "but this is how I can help you. Trust me—it’ll be okay."