Slowly, his fingers began to twitch. A strange, involuntary motion at first—but then his hand moved, almost as if his body was remembering itself. It took a few seconds more, but Kairos finally managed to move his arm. His eyelids trembled before opening, forced open by sheer will.
His body was cold. The rough, chilled surface beneath him sent prickles down his back.
He was on the floor… but something felt off.
Kairos's shoulders throbbed with a dull ache. His chest burned as though he'd been stomped on. A heavy pressure weighed down on him, like phantom limbs still holding him in place.
At first, he couldn't piece together where he was—or why.
'What happened?' he asked himself, his voice dry inside his head. With effort, he pushed himself up, groaning softly, and held his head with both hands, as if squeezing it would bring his memories back faster.
He blinked.
The ground beneath him wasn't just cold—it was paved stone. Wind brushed against his cheeks. He was sitting…
