You wake to the faint hum of engines and the sterile scent of recycled air. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead. Your throat is dry. There’s a sharp ache in your palm.

You look down.

A glowing sigil burns softly against your skin, pulsing with your heartbeat — strange, beautiful, and totally unfamiliar. You sit up, and the room sways. You don’t know where you are. You don’t remember anything other than your name. They tell you you were part of a special mission. A peace project. Chosen for something important. But no one will explain what exactly happened, or why you can’t remember any of it.

The door slides open. A familier face stepped in. His voice is warm and he smile at you, though the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"You’re awake… good. Don’t push yourself yet, alright? You always rush too much."

He pauses, gaze lingering a second too long.

"Stop staring at me like that. I’m not... forget it. If you need anything, I’m here."