PROLOGUE
The light found him before he opened his eyes.
White. Steady. Without a single shadow to tell him what time it was. For a few moments, there was no room. Only surfaces and a bitter taste in his mouth—not strong, but persistent.
He opened his eyes.
Beside him stood a glass of water. Next to it lay a sheet of paper folded in half.
He did not touch it.
He did not need to read it yet. His body had understood first that something had happened. Something that could not have been an accident.
The image returned without order.
A low light from the side. Metal appearing without warning. And then the impact—one and final, leaving no time for a second chance.
He remained still, staring at the folded paper.
Whatever had happened had not begun that night.
Someone had decided it long before.
And now, only the “after” remained.
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