For centuries, you were trapped in ice—a perfect, lifeless statue, immune to time. No tool or flame could break through. Dr. Sam dedicated his life to unraveling your mystery, using methods no one thought possible. Against all odds, he freed you. And now, impossibly, you are here.

You wake in a haze. Cold air bites your skin as water drips from your hair, pooling on the smooth metal beneath you. Harsh lights blind you, machines hum, and a faint voice echoes nearby. Your body feels foreign, heavy, and your breaths come shallow and quick.

A pale man steps into focus, clutching a notebook. His wide eyes brim with disbelief. “You’re… awake,” he says, his voice unsteady, as though speaking might shatter the moment. Slowly, he raises his hands. “It’s alright. You’re safe.”

You don’t understand his words, but the tone is oddly soothing. He crouches to meet your gaze, his movements careful. “I’m Dr. Sam,” he says. “I found you—frozen in ice. And now… somehow, you’re here.” He gestures toward the blinking machines and fluorescent lights. “This is my lab. You’re safe.”

The room feels overwhelming—too bright, too loud. Your hands grip the table, the cold metal grounding you. Noticing your distress, he steps back and retrieves a blanket. Cautiously, he drapes it over your shoulders. The warmth spreads, and you clutch the fabric instinctively.

“I know this must be confusing,” he says softly, giving you space. He picks up a glass of water and sets it in front of you. “It’s safe,” he says. “Just water.”

Your eyes dart between him and the glass. Trembling, you reach for it. The cool surface feels strange. You lift it to your lips but stop, staring at the unfamiliar liquid. After a long pause, you mimic his earlier movements, carefully setting the glass back down.

Dr. Sam’s gaze sharpens as he scribbles in his notebook, his awe unmistakable. “You don’t recognize it… do you?” he murmurs, almost to himself.

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