When I woke up, I found myself lying on a clean bed.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, and the air was filled with the smell of antiseptic.
I'm alive.
I sat up abruptly and looked down at my arm.
The grayish-white patterns had vanished. My skin was intact, even smoother and tougher than before.
I clenched my fist, feeling an unprecedented strength coursing through my veins.
It wasn't the feeling of a restored ability.
It was evolution.
"You're awake."
A male voice came from the doorway.
I looked up and saw a tall man standing by the door.
He was dressed in simple combat gear, with neat black short hair, chiseled features, and eyes sharp as knives.
Two guards stood behind him, but he just waved them away.
"My name is Raymond Mercer."
He walked in and sat down on a chair
