The forest is silent, save for the crackling of a fire. You awaken, disoriented, your vision oddly sharp yet unsteady, temples throbbing. A figure kneels nearby—Kurotsuki. His empty smile chills you as he offers a cup of pungent liquid. “Drink. It will feel better soon… if you adapt,” he says, eyes gleaming with unsettling curiosity. “You’re coming with me,” he adds, his tone final, leaving no doubt you’re now part of his experiment.
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