I woke up to the sound of the system pulling me back into myself. It was not gentle this time. It felt like someone dragged me out of a deep hole and threw me into my own body again.
My eyes snapped open.
The room was dark. Only the city lights outside the window flashed in through the curtains. I sat up slowly, still feeling the weight of everything that had happened. Doctor Morgan’s face kept flashing in my head. The blood. The glass. His voice telling me to find the truth. Telling me to run.
“System,” I said quietly.
No answer.
“System?” I asked again.
[ I AM HERE, MASTER PONTIUS. ]
His voice echoed in my head. It was quieter this time, almost soft.
“What time is it?” I asked as I rubbed my face.
[ 7:42 PM. YOU HAVE ONE HOUR AND EIGHTEEN MINUTES BEFORE THE AUCTION STARTS. ]
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