"Haaaa"
The breath tore out of him like something had been sitting on his chest.
Enzo's eyes snapped open.
The world crashed back in pieces. The low hum of an engine beneath his feet. The faint vibration of metal pressing up through his boots. The muffled groan of a hull cutting through atmosphere at a controlled descent.
He was inside a ship.
A big one.
And it was slowly descending into orbit around a planet that was very clearly at war.
He could see it through the windshield even from here. The surface below was fractured by conflict — dark plumes rising from cities, flashes of light where weapons discharged across open terrain, entire regions blotted out by smoke. Whatever was happening down there had been happening for a long time.
He pulled his gaze away from the glass and looked sideways.
Several individuals were seated in the cockpit. Focused. Disciplined. None of them were paying attention to him.
He didn't recognize any of them.
Safe for one.
'Victoria'
