The memory of the training camp came back in fragments—the crack of trees, the heat of flames, the roar of something monstrous. And then... nothing.

A soft beep from the heart monitor beside you kept a steady rhythm, the only sound in the quiet room. The window showed a pale morning sky, sunlight struggling through the clouds.

Then—knock. Knock. Knock.

Three deliberate taps against the door, polite but firm.