Ravyn
The medical procedures had become more invasive, more frequent, and more desperate. As Ravyn lay on the examination table for the third time in twelve hours, she could see the urgency in Dr. Kellner’s movements, the way the scientist’s usually steady hands trembled slightly as she prepared the equipment.
Something had changed. Something had Valerius scared.
“Increased blood draw today,” Dr. Kellner announced, setting up twice as many vials as usual. “We need comprehensive samples of all immunity factors.”
“What’s the rush?” Ravyn asked, though she kept her tone carefully neutral. “Afraid you’re running out of time?”
Dr. Kellner’s hand paused for just a moment before continuing with the blood draw. “The research timeline has been… optimized for efficiency.”
“That’s not an answer
