He needed context.
He reached the door and hesitated, fingers hovering over the handle. His heart picked up speed again, nerves flaring sharply.
Was he safe?
The question landed hard. He had no reason to think he wasn’t—but no reason to believe he was, either. The absence of memory made every possibility feel equally real. He didn’t know who had brought him here, or why. He didn’t know whether the people walking these halls were allies or something else entirely.
Three figures surfaced in his mind unbidden.
The doctor—calm, measured, eyes sharp with curiosity and caution.
Then the man.
Tall, controlled… intimidating without raising his voice. There had been something about the way others reacted to him—subtle shifts in posture, in tone—that suggested authority. Leadership. The kind
