Lycus walked down the long, sterile hallway, his boots clicking softly against the polished floor. He had been through many medical checkups, but this one felt different. Every step, every corner, seemed to pull him further away from his reality—his memories, his identity. When he reached the laboratory room, the door slid open, and he was greeted by the male doctor waiting inside.
"Ah, Lycus, good to see you," the doctor said, his tone professional but warm. He gestured toward the examination table. "Please, take a seat. We'll start the full-body checkup now."
Lycus nodded silently, his expression unreadable, though his gaze flickered toward the medical instruments on the counter. He felt a cold, sharp discomfort as he approached the table. He didn't like being poked and prodded, but h
