An unknown amount of time passed as Zion's mind floated through the darkness.
There was no pain anymore, neither was there sound or even a sense of awareness. He just existed… and that was it.
[Consciousness stabilized.] A mechanical voice echoed out. [Memory synchronization in progress…]
Slowly, fragments of light appeared in front of Zion's eyes, forming a picture little by little.
Finally, his thoughts awakened and a low hum entered his ears.
'Ugh,' he thought, opening his eyes.
His body hurt, but compared to the pain he'd felt before, this was just a small sting.
As he looked around, he froze.
'This…' his eyes widened.
There was no way he wouldn't recognize this place.
A cramped room with a single bed and bright white lights that never shut off, even in the middle of the night.
That's when he felt the cold metal bound around his wrists and ankles, each cuff attached to a long metal chain embedded deep into the wall.
