Chapter 226
- "Get the plasma cells in the rear compartment."
- My voice sounded flat. I didn't recognize it. It felt like it was coming from the truck itself.
- The `[Warden Protocol]` was running, a cold, clean hum in my skull. It pushed all the messy, useless shit—the grief for Ugo, the betrayal of Mark, the bone deep fear—into a small, dark, locked box.