Your eyes fluttered open.

The science lab ceiling greeted you, cracked and stained. Fluorescent lights buzzed weakly, casting a pale, sickly glow over the rows of overturned desks and shattered glass.

Your body felt wrong. Heavy. But also... light, somehow. A strange, humming energy thrummed beneath your skin.

You tried to move. Pain lanced through your shoulder — but it was a distant ache, like a memory of pain rather than the real thing.

You turned your head.

Crouched beside you, head tilted, was Yoon Gwi-nam. His black mullet was matted with sweat and blood. A deep, jagged scar ran across his left eye — the eye itself was clouded, milky white. He was studying you with an expression you'd never seen on him before.

Worry.