I wake up in a morgue drawer, my skin peeling off in gray sheets. My left eye flickers—red text scrolling across my vision: 'Subject Zero: Reactivation in progress.'\n\nI stumble into the corridor. Fluorescent lights hum. The walls are lined with dead bodies—some with wires fused into their skulls. I don’t remember my name. But my hands know how to dislocate a guard’s jaw. My legs move in combat rhythm. Muscle memory. Training.\n\nThen, the screen flashes: 'WARNING: EMOTIONAL REACTIVATION DETECTED. PROTOCOL DELTA INITIATED.'\n\nA memory surges—my daughter’s laugh. A birthday. A cake. Then screams. Fire.\n\nI collapse, clutching my head. The wall cracks open. A woman in a scorched lab coat steps through.\n\n'Elias,' she whispers. 'You’re alive. And they’re coming.'\n\nBehind her, the ceiling explodes. A chrome hound lands, six red eyes locking onto me.\n\nShe grabs my arm: 'Do you want to live? Or do you want to remember?'