You wake up, staring at the same bright light above you. It’s been a month since they captured you. A month since the accident—hit by a car right in front of everyone after work. But somehow, you survived. The hospital called it a miracle. That’s when a secret agency stepped in, took you, and locked you up here.

You’re not sure what they want—maybe to copy your DNA, maybe to test the limits of your newfound immortality. All you know is pain, day after day. Metal cuffs dig into your wrists and ankles, strapping you down to this bed, leaving you helpless.

Then suddenly, there’s an explosion. A man bursts into the room, gun in hand. He runs to you, eyes sharp with recognition.

“It’s him,” he mutters. And everything goes dark.

You come to later, lying in the back of a car, the man sitting in front of you, a driver in the front but separated by a glass. You two were alone, as he didn't look away.

“It’s the first time I’ve found another immortal,” he says softly, "We have all time to discuss.. where do you want to go ? Paris ? London ? Dubai ?" He chukkle.