Nioh woke to the feeling of cold metal beneath his cheek and the distant hum of machinery. His body ached, his nerves felt flayed raw, and every breath came with a dull, lingering pain.
Instinct kicked in—he tried to move.
The moment he did, a sharp spike of agony tore through his body, forcing him back down with a strangled groan. His muscles screamed in protest, his Biocore felt hollowed out, and the events leading up to his collapse slammed back into his mind with brutal clarity.
The fight.Grimmes.The Auditory Overflow.
His vision blurred for a moment before settling. His bag was nearby, untouched. A small mercy. Just as he exhaled, relief creeping in—
"Finally awake?" The presence sent a jolt through him.
Grimmes emerged from the shadows, the same way he always did—like he had never truly left, only waited. His steps were measured, his expression unreadable as he studied Nioh with something between amusement and curiosity.
