The man who walked in wasn't a doctor.
Not even close.
Black uniform.
Shoulder badge I didn't recognize.
Expression like someone who had already decided I was a threat.
"Mr. Neo Zane Cole?" he asked.
I nodded slowly. "Yeah. But just call me Neo."
I tried easing the tension in the room, but it was ignored.
"Come with us."
No explanation.
Not even fake politeness.
Two more officers stepped in behind him. Not guards — Enforcers. The type they only use for high-risk bio-mark cases.
Mom would freak out if she saw this.
I forced my voice to crack a little. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No," the man lied. "We just need additional scans."
He motioned for me to walk.
I did.
They led me down a hallway—metal doors, white walls, cameras blinking in every corner. A place designed for one purpose:
Containment.
The room they pushed me into was small, cold, and empty except for a table and two chairs. One metal, one plastic. Classic interrogation setup.
An older woman entered next. Gray streaks in her hair, sharp eyes, stiff posture.
She didn't introduce herself.
She didn't smile.
She just sat down and opened a thin tablet.
"Mr. Cole, we detected a high-level anomaly in your bio-mark scan," she said calmly. "We need to understand what it means."
I kept my face blank. "Okay?… but I feel fine."
"Do you?" she asked, studying me too closely.
"Any headaches? Blackouts? Strange dreams?"
My heart skipped a beat.
Dreams.
Yeah, I had those.
I shrugged. "Just normal nightmares sometimes."
"Normal?" She leaned in. "What kind of nightmares?"
I looked her straight in the eyes and lied without blinking.
"The kind any kid gets."
Her eyes narrowed. She didn't believe me.
Not even a little.
And that's when I realized something important:
They weren't just scared of what I might become.
They were scared because… deep down…
They already knew the Saints would reincarnate one day.
And they feared one reincarnation more than the others.
Mine.
I kept my expression innocent.
Weak.
Confused.
Stupid.
But inside?
Inside, I whispered to myself:
Stay calm.
Stay small.
Stay forgettable.
Until I know exactly what they want…
and exactly how to break out if I need to.
The woman's eyes stayed on me like she was waiting for me to slip.
Not physically—mentally.
She tapped her screen once. "Mr. Cole, do you know what a Saint is?"
I shrugged. "A story? A myth? Something from history class."
"Do you believe they ever existed?"
"Not really."
She didn't blink. "Wrong answer."
…Okay.
She leaned back slightly. "Saints weren't mythical. They were biological anomalies. People with superior abilities."
Her finger slid across the screen.
"And one of them—the Saint of Wisdom—had an anomaly signature identical to yours."
I kept my breathing steady.
"That's cool, I guess," I said lightly. "But I'm not some ancient dude in a robe."
"You're not funny," she replied flatly.
Her tone changed. Lower. Sharper.
"Do you ever see things before they happen?"
"No."
"Do you hear voices that aren't yours?"
"No."
"Do you feel like you've lived… more than one life?"
My heart stumbled.
She was too close.
Too specific.
Too dangerous.
I forced a scoff. "Are you serious? I'm sixteen. I barely have one life figured out."
She scribbled something down.
Her voice dropped to a whisper:
"Mr. Cole… if you're hiding anything, we will find out."
I held her stare.
Silent.
Calm.
Inside, my mind was running faster than it had in this lifetime.
She was guessing.
Fishing.
Testing my reactions.
She didn't know the truth.
Not yet.
But she was getting closer.
Too close.
Before she could open her mouth again—
Something inside my head snapped.
Like a switch flipping.
And everything changed.
It starts small.
A flicker in my vision.
A faint tremble in my fingers.
A pressure behind my eyes like a heartbeat.
Then—
The future hits me.
Not like before—not the full visions from my past life.
Just flashes.
Three seconds ahead.
Sharp. Fast. Incomplete. Like glitching frames in a video.
I see:
—The woman opening her mouth
—Her saying a name I don't recognize
—Two guards stepping into the room
—A needle in one of their hands
—Me pinned to the floor
Then I blink—
And the moment rewinds back to now.
The woman hasn't said anything yet.
She's about to.
I jerk upright, my chair scraping noisily.
She freezes, startled.
I breathe in slowly to steady myself.
I can't reveal what just happened.
Not here. Not now.
But my voice comes out too fast—almost panicked:
"Are you going to sedate me?"
Her eyes widen. "What—"
She wasn't expecting that.
Which means she was planning it.
My ability bio-mark showed me the truth before she acted.
A tiny, tiny future glimpse. Not like when I was a saint in my past life.
And it saved me.
Her jaw clenched. "Mr. Cole, you need to calm down."
"No," I said, cold edge slipping into my tone before I could stop it. "You need to stop lying."
Her expression changed.
Fear flickered for the first time.
She tapped her earpiece urgently. "I need Enforcers in Room 5 now—"
But before she finished the sentence…
I felt something else.
A pulse.
A pressure.
A strange, electric pull under my skin.
Not coming from me. Coming from the hallway.
And it was getting closer.
The door burst open, and a boy stepped inside.
He wasn't dressed like an officer.
He wasn't part of the staff.
He looked my age—maybe slightly older—black hair, sharp eyes, wearing street clothes.
He didn't belong here.
But the second he saw me, his entire body froze.
He stared like he'd been hit with a memory he didn't ask for.
I felt it too.
A shock.
A recognition.
A deep, instinctive pull—almost like gravity.
The woman stood up angrily. "You can't be here. How did you get out?. Who let you in—"
She didn't get to finish.
The boy raised his hand slightly.
Nothing dramatic.
Nothing flashy.
But the air tightened.
A pressure spread through the room, invisible but heavy.
The woman's mouth snapped shut mid-word.
The guards behind him stopped moving entirely.
Emotion manipulation.
Saint of Will.
He didn't even know how he did it.
That much was obvious—his eyes were wide with confusion, his breath shaky.
He looked at me.
Soft, scared voice.
Barely above a whisper.
"…Do I know you?"
I swallowed.
Hard.
Because staring at him, I remembered something I hadn't expected to return so soon:
He was one of the five who killed me.
And now he was standing in front of me again—
Reborn.
Confused.
Awakening early.
And he had no idea who I really was.
Or what we used to be.
I didn't know how to feel seeing one of my murderers again after all these years, but one thing was clear, he didn't remember me, or what he did to me. He was just a scared boy.
The boy's eyes locked onto mine, wide and trembling.
I should've felt angry. Or bitter.
But instead…
I felt strangely calm.
I leaned back in the chair, keeping my voice steady.
"You look like you've seen a ghost," I said.
He blinked rapidly. "I… just want to go home, these people took me— against my will, and mentioning something about me being a saint level anomaly, I got scared, and this happened… I didn't mean to, I promise."
The woman beside me struggled against whatever invisible force held her still.
The boy didn't even notice what he was doing.
I kept my gaze on him.
Soft. Controlled.
Non-threatening.
"It's okay," I told him. "Just breathe."
For a moment, he did.
And then—
He whispered again:
"…Do I know you?.. you feel so familiar to me."
My expression didn't change.
"No," I answered simply. "We've never met."
A quick, believable lie.
Smooth enough to slide past anyone else.
But not him.
Something in his face twisted—confusion, frustration, denial.
"I don't believe you," he said quietly.
I gave him a tired sigh.
"Look, man… I'm as lost as you are. But barging in here and freezing everyone? That's not exactly normal."
He flinched.
"I—I didn't mean to. It just happened."
His voice cracked. "I just want to go home."
That was true.
His power acted on instinct.
A newborn ability.
He was dangerous without meaning to be.
—
And suddenly—
The memories hit me.
Not gentle.
Not slow.
They slammed into me like a collapsing wall.
Flashes:
—A throne room drenched in gold and blood
—Five Saints standing around me
—His face among them, older, colder
—His voice: "Your reign ends today."
—Pain. Blinding. Final.
—
I grabbed my forehead, trying to stay upright.
His power reacted instantly to my stress—intensifying on its own.
The pressure in the room doubled.
The air turned heavy enough to choke on.
He stepped back, terrified. "What's happening? Why—why do I feel like I've… done this before?"
"You have," I muttered.
Too honest.
Too raw.
But the memories wouldn't stop.
His hand striking first.
The blade drawn by another.
My final breath in a world I ruled and ruined.
And now here we were—
Reborn.
Younger.
Strangers who weren't strangers.
My pulse spiked.
His power exploded.
The room cracked around us.
Glass spiderwebbed.
The walls groaned.
The lights flickered violently.
Everyone in the hallway collapsed from the pressure.
The woman beside me fell out of her chair, unconscious.
"Stop," I hissed. "You're going to bring the whole building down."
"I CAN'T!" he shouted, voice shaking so hard it broke. "I—I don't know how to turn it off!"
More power spilled out of him.
Uncontrolled.
Raw.
An emotional hurricane.
My vision blurred.
My ears rang.
My lungs burned under the crushing weight.
He stumbled toward me, reaching out—not to attack, but to cling to something familiar.
Someone familiar.
"Help me," he begged.
"Please—tell me, what is happening to me."
I clenched my teeth.
Not here.
Not now.
The building began to shake.
If I stayed, we'd both get captured—or worse.
Time to move.
I tore the IV band off my wrist, stood up, and grabbed his arm.
"We're leaving," I said.
He stared at me, dazed. "Wh—what?"
"Unless you want government tanks outside, you need to move. Now."
I dragged him toward the side door as alarms started blaring.
Security boots thundered in the halls.
Emergency locks slammed down.
But his ability—still flaring wildly—pushed everything back.
Guards collapsed.
Doors buckled.
The facility groaned like it was alive and terrified.
We burst into a stairwell, racing downward.
He kept asking, voice breaking:
"Why are you helping me? You said you didn't know me."
I didn't look at him when I answered.
"I didn't say I didn't recognize you."
Silence.
Then—
"What does that mean?"
"It means," I said as we reached the exit door,
"you're not the only one who's lived before."
We shoved open the door and sprinted into the night.
Behind us, the building trembled in the grip of a Saint reborn.
And ahead of us—
The world that once killed me… now different — now more advance.
Was waking up again.