Page 11 of Knot Your Fated M.U.S.E.

Reaching for me.

Memory burns away in fresh wave of pain.

"Remarkable," white coat mutters. "Neural pathways lighting up. Shadow resonance at 60% and climbing."

Others crowd around monitors.

Excited murmurs.

Scratching pens.

"Heart rate stable despite increased dosage."

"Brain activity off the charts."

"She's adapting faster than expected."

Shadows writhe.

Song grows louder.

Promise sweeter things.

Soon, they whisper.Very soon.

"Increase dosage by 15%," someone orders.

No.

Please no.

Another needle.

More fire.

More pain.

World fragments:

Ceiling cracks dance.

Shadows ripple.

Guards still talking in hall.

"...only a matter of time..."

"...can't protect everywhere..."

"...Ravenscroft will fall..."

White coats don't hear.

Too busy with charts.

Too busy with needles.

But I hear.

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