The dim morning light streamed through the half-open blinds, slanting across the messy sofa in the center of the room. Dust floated slowly in the beam of light, and the air was filled with the lingering smells of metal, blood, and sweat. Bruce stood in the middle of the living room, holding a metal syringe in his hand, with droplets of red liquid still clinging to the needle.
Without hesitation, he injected the solution into the vein of his left arm. The moment the needle pierced his skin, there was a slight sting, followed by a surge of intense yet steady warmth spreading throughout his limbs and bones. It felt like a primal force surging within him, sweeping away all traces of fatigue and internal exhaustion.
He closed his eyes, exhaled deeply, and felt a sense of lightness and relaxat
