The room felt heavier than before.
Karam stood still, staring at the system screen.
"Prototype…"
Those words echoed in his mind.
Suddenly—
His head throbbed.
Images flashed.
A lab.
Glowing machines.
People in white coats.
"What… is this?"
📊 [System Fragment Memory]
Subject 001 failed
Subject 002 failed
Subject 003 failed
Karam clenched his head.
"Stop…!"
The images vanished.
Silence returned.
He was breathing heavily.
"...I wasn't chosen."
His voice turned colder.
"I was made."
⚡ [End – truth starting]