Maya's POV

I wake to the sound of humming. Not human humming. Machinery. A constant, low vibration that comes from everywhere and nowhere at once. Like the building itself is alive and breathing.

My eyes open slowly. Everything is white. Bright white walls. White ceiling. White floors. The kind of sterile cleanliness that smells like chemicals and antiseptic.

I'm lying on a metal bench. No, not a bench. An examination table. Cold against my back even through the thin medical gown someone ...