PROLOGUE
The light found him before he opened his eyes.
White.
Steady.
The room had no time.
Only surfaces.
There was a bitter taste in his mouth.
Not strong.
Persistent.
At his side,
a glass of water.
The lid half open.
Next to it,
a folded sheet of paper.
He didn’t touch it.
He didn’t need to.
His body already knew:
something had already happened.
Not by chance.
Something that had been decided
before he had the chance to see it.
Light from the side.
Low.
Metal that came without warning.
And an impact
that did not allow a second time.
And now,
only the “after” remained.
