The darkness did not break with the morning sun. When I finally drifted back to consciousness, the world was a void of sterile, blinding white. There were no shadows, no corners, and no windows. The walls of the room were padded with a fabric so soft it felt like skin, and the floor was a seamless expanse of the same snowy hue.
I tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea washed over me. The sedative Adrian had released through the implant was still humming in my blood, a chemical ghost that kept my limbs heavy and my thoughts sluggish. I looked down at my wrist. The steel cuff was gone, replaced by a soft, white silk binding that tethered my left hand to the headboard of the low, platform bed.
"You’re awake."
The voice didn't come from a person, but from the very walls themselves. It was Ad
