"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME?!" I roared.
A voice.
But not from the speakers. Not from the walls.
Inside my head.
"Good morning, Vincent."
"You always were stronger than the others."
I froze.
My heart stopped for a beat. Sweat slicked my neck.
One wall blinked and dissolved completely into a massive digital screen.
It flickered.
"Show yourself!" I shouted, backing up.
"This is me."
"I'm inside you now. We just opened a few doors in your head."
"And you... opened them so beautifully."
Suddenly, the simulation collapsed. The walls retracted. The metallic table evaporated into the floor. And I was standing barefoot on a flat white surface that stretched endlessly in every direction.
Except for the screen.
It sparked, then settled into a new image.
A room.
Dark cold room.
And in the center of it….Jojo.
Tied to a chair. Arms wrenched behind her. Her face swollen, bruised. Her hair stuck to her cheek with blood. Head bowed. Eyes closed.
My heart cracked open.
