Seamus blinked hard as a low groan escaped his throat. His head felt like it was about to split open. His body felt weak and unresponsive, as if the strength had been drained straight out of his bones.
When his vision finally adjusted to the harsh white light, he realized he was sitting on a sofa inside a sterile room, its walls smooth and spotless. He shook his head slowly, trying to clear the lingering haze.
"Shit… what the hell?"
A familiar translucent screen flickered into existence in front of him, floating calmly despite the chaos still buzzing in his mind.
[Automatic protection protocol successfully launched]
[Kill count: 10 people]
He froze. "Kill count?" His brows knit together as his heartbeat spiked. "Ten people? What's happening?"
Another prompt appeared almost instantly.
[Do you want to view playback?]
