Chapter 1: Death and rebirth
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Alice Qing was twenty-two when she performed the impossible.
Twenty-four hours into a brain transplant surgery in Tokyo, her hands never shook. Every incision was exact. Every command steady. Around her, machines hummed like a living heartbeat—one she was responsible for keeping alive. Surgeons rotated in and out around her, voices blurring into background noise, but Alice remained anchored, precise, unyielding. Fatigue pressed at the edges of her vision, yet she ignored it. This was not the time to falter.
She did not fail.
But when the final suture was placed and the patient stabilized, something inside her gave way.
The weight she had carried for hours—days—collapsed all at once. The operating room felt suddenly too small, the air too thin. Applause murmured behind masks, hands clapped her shoulder, but it all felt distant, unreal, like praise meant for someone else.
Needing air, Alice stepped onto the hospital rooftop. The sky above Tokyo was impossibly blue, quiet in a way the operating room never was. Wind brushed against her skin, cool and grounding. She focused on it, willing her heartbeat to slow. She drew in a breath.
Then another.
Her lungs locked.
Pain flared sharp and sudden, radiating from her chest as her vision blurred. The world tilted, colors draining as if someone had pulled the plug on reality itself. Her fingers twitched uselessly at her sides. The sky fractured, light bending at the edges.
She didn’t scream.
She never hit the ground.
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