Jaxon awoke to the cold hum of machinery. His mind was clouded, and the world around him was unfamiliar, distorted, like a fractured dream. His body felt different — heavier, colder. It was as though he had been pieced together from remnants of the past. He didn’t remember who he was, but he knew he had a purpose. The faintest memory flickered in his mind: the sound of a woman's voice, a whisper in the dark. "You were chosen, Jaxon." But for what?
As his senses sharpened, he noticed the sterile, metallic environment around him. The walls were covered with tech, blinking lights, and data terminals. He wasn’t in a hospital or a lab. This place felt like a prison, but one with the potential for freedom. He felt something else too: a pulse, deep within, thrumming with an unfamiliar energy. It was as if something powerful had been embedded in him, something that connected him to a much larger world.
A figure appeared at the doorway — a woman, masked and mysterious, who introduced herself as Astraeus. She claimed to have resurrected him, pulling him from the ashes of a rebellion long forgotten. "You were part of something much bigger than yourself," she said. "The Chrono Syndicate destroyed your world, and now it’s your turn to fight back." And with that, Jaxon’s journey into the heart of a broken future began.
