Liora's head drooped, her thoughts becoming heavier with every breath. The white room blurred before her eyes as sleep—or unconsciousness—began to pull her under again. Her body was too weak, her throat too dry, and her mind too overwhelmed to resist the darkness closing in.
But then—something changed.
A soft click echoed from beneath the floating chair she was bound to. A faint whirring followed, and before Liora could even react, the armrest beside her wrist shifted. A small, metallic panel slid open, and from within, a mechanical arm emerged with a smooth and clinical motion.
Her eyes widened in alarm.
At the tip of the robotic limb was a syringe, already filled with a glowing blue liquid.
"N-No…" she whispered, her body trying to recoil. "Stop—"
But she couldn't move. The restraints held her firmly, and her body didn't have the strength to resist. The robotic arm moved swiftly, pressing the needle into a vein on her arm.
She felt the prick.
She gritted her teeth.
