Maya's POV

The connection burns through my mind like wildfire. I'm not in the dungeon anymore. I'm somewhere else. Somewhere cold and clinical and wrong.

I'm inside Kira's head. The memories hit me in waves. A baby floating in green liquid, eyes open but unseeing. Machines beeping. Scientists in white coats taking notes. No mother's touch. No father's voice. Just the hum of equipment and the scratch of pens on clipboards.

"Subject Three shows remarkable stability," a voice says. Male. ...