The next day, someone arrived at Kael's apartment — a woman, tall and sharp-eyed, carrying a briefcase.
"Mr. Draven?" she asked, her tone clipped but polite. "I'm Aria Vale, Spaceflight Medical Board."
Kael eyed her suspiciously. "I didn't call anyone."
Aria smiled faintly, placing the briefcase on the table. "We know about the incident. You survived something… impossible. You need guidance, or worse — you're at risk."
"Risk? From what? From me?" Kael's voice was incredulous.
"Not exactly," Aria said, tapping her tablet. "From them. From the forces you've awakened. The anomaly changed you. You're… different."
Kael clenched his fists. "If you're trying to recruit me, I'm not interested."
"I'm not recruiting," she replied evenly. "I'm warning."
Her calm confidence unnerved him. Kael could feel the unseen pressure of something immense brushing against the edges of his mind. He ignored it. For now.