Beep....
Beep....
Beep....
The first thing he heard was a quiet, steady beep.
He opened his eyes slowly. The ceiling above him was white and smooth, too perfect to feel natural. A scent of clean plastic, cold metal, and hospital-grade silence hung in the air. The sheets on his body were crisp. His limbs responded to his thoughts. His heart beat calmly.
But his mind was empty.
He tried to recall his name. His family. A single memory. Nothing came. Just stillness. Blank space.
He sat up slowly, observing the room around him. Everything was sharp, modern, and expensive. A floor-to-ceiling window offered a hazy view of Singapore's skyline. The suite was private. Luxurious. There were no flowers, no visitors. Just a single table with folded clothes, a glass of water, and a phone.
He reached for the phone out of instinct.
