KAI POV
I had followed the script. Or at least they thought I had. Design-wise, I was still under whatever sedative s**t they were pumping into the food or air—or Goddess knows what—but I wasn’t. Not anymore. It had taken me a few moments, or maybe hours—I’d lost count—but Summer and I were back online. Fuzzy at first, like waking from a nightmare soaked in honey, but sharper with each second.
They wanted me to paint. Like that was supposed to help.
She used to paint—my mother. Her gift. Not mine. I sucked at it. Always had. But I picked up the brush and smeared those damn colors into that cursed canvas again and again, pretending. Pretending to feel. Pretending the huge green mess I thought—through the fog—was a forest, actually looked like one.
It didn’t.
It looked more like a slime
