Anna’s POVThe air was cold.Sterile.Alien.Every breath felt heavy, like my lungs had forgotten how to work properly.I tried to move, but my body felt weak.Like I had been broken and pieced together too quickly.Every muscle screamed.Every nerve burned.But I wasn’t alone.The masked figure watched me, silently.Calm.Unmoving.Unwavering.Their presence pressed on me, suffocating and protective at the same time.“You’re awake,” they said softly.“I… I think so,” I whispered, my voice trembling.“You’ve been asleep longer than you realize,” the figure said.I frowned, confusion twisting my stomach.“How long?”“Days,” they said.“Days?” My voice cracked. “Why… why am I here?”The figure’s head tilted slightly, silently assessing me.“You are here to survive. To protect. To awaken.”Pain and MemoryMy mind tried to reconstruct the past hours—or maybe days.The sniper.The rooftop.The shots.Sam.Victor.Elizabeth.The other me.Everything tangled into one endless, terrifying blur
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