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Steady beeps of a heart monitor.
The sterile scent of antiseptic.
The weight of my own weakness pressing down on me.

My body had failed me.
My time had run out.

And yet… I still existed.

The pain of my body—gone.
The sterile scent of antiseptic—gone.
The weight of my own weakness—gone.

No… it wasn’t gone.

Rather, this time, it was replaced—not with weakness, but with something else.

Power.

Not my own.

Something different. Something unknown. Something I had only just become aware of.

But before I could comprehend it, I was already a target— under attack, with no choice but to defend myself.