2026-02-08 23:05:30Consciousness returned in fragments.
Not whole, never whole.
It came in broken pulses, accompanied by faint tremors that crawled from Jake’s fingertips up his spine. His body shook uncontrollably. His teeth chattered, not from cold, but because his nerves had yet to obey him again.
Jake opened his eyes.
Thin mist hung low, reeking of iron and damp earth. The gray sky pressed down heavily, as if Wailing Valley itself refused to let anyone wake up intact. His chest felt weighted. Every breath triggered a dull ache spreading from his ribs to his abdomen.
His wounds were not fully healed.
The wolf bites on his shoulder still burned. His thigh was stiff; every attempt to move sent small tremors through his muscles. It felt like his body had been forced awake before it was ready.
But… he was alive.
Jake Arvane was still alive.
⟦ Host Status ⟧
⟦ Jake Arvane ⟧
⟦ Condition: Unstable ⟧
⟦ Synchronization: 100% ⟧
No greeting.
No congratulations.
Only data.
Jake tried to sit up.
The world spun violently. The ground seemed to tilt beneath him. He had to brace himself with one hand, breathing hard.
His fingers trembled.
“…Not over yet,” he muttered.
The shaking didn’t stop. It climbed up his arms, into his jaw. Jake clenched his teeth to keep them from rattling.
A shadow crossed the edge of his vision.
Richard.
Not the Richard standing at the cliff’s edge, but the Richard who smiled inside the bookstore, who borrowed books without asking, who laughed too loudly. The image twisted. Cold. Sharp. His lips moved, soundless.
Jake flinched.
Cold sweat trickled down his temple.
Richard’s face.
His childhood friend. The man he trusted more than anyone.
Jake remembered clearly,
Richard pointing at him.
Richard reading out the evidence.
Richard refusing to meet his eyes as the cuffs snapped shut.
Then...his body flying. Blood spilling. The world collapsing.
“I should be dead,” Jake whispered.
⟦ Warning ⟧
⟦ Psychological Trauma: Active ⟧
“Shut up,” Jake murmured—more to himself than anything else.
He forced his focus. Counted his breaths.
One…
Two…
Three…
A flash of white light ripped through his mind.
Jake collapsed again.
He woke choking on air.
For a split second, he was certain the wolves were still there, fangs dripping blood, jaws wide open above him.
But there was only mist.
A dream.
Or memories that refused to stay buried.
⟦ Conscious Stability: Low ⟧
Jake let out a short, dry laugh.
“So this is how it’s going to be?” he asked quietly.
⟦ System does not regulate emotions ⟧
⟦ Primary Function: Survival and Objective Execution ⟧
Flat. Indifferent.
Jake swallowed hard and tried to stand.
His legs nearly gave out.
He leaned heavily against a dead tree trunk. The world trembled—not illusion. His body truly hadn’t recovered.
Jake wasn’t strong.
He was simply not dead yet.
Footsteps.
Jake froze.
Not wolves.
Human footsteps.
Two figures emerged from the mist—hunters. One carried a rifle. Their eyes scanned the ground cautiously.
“Think he’s still alive?” one of them muttered.
“The order was clear. Make sure.”
Jake’s chest tightened. His heart pounded too loudly.
⟦ Threat Detection: Active ⟧
⟦ Distance: 23 meters ⟧
His first instinct was to run.
H
But his body refused.
Pain surged through his thigh. He knew,if he forced it, the muscle would tear from the inside.
Jake lowered himself slowly, hiding behind thick roots. He forced his breathing silent. Each second stretched endlessly.
The hunters came closer.
One more step, and they would see the blood that hadn’t fully dried.
⟦ Available Option ⟧
⟦ Survive ⟧
No instructions.
No assistance.
Jake bit his lip until he tasted salt.
The hunter stopped.
“…Nothing here,” he muttered. “Probably animals.”
“Check again,” the other snapped. “I don’t want to be called lazy scum.”
“I’m sure,” he insisted.
A tense pause.
“…Fine.”
Their footsteps faded.
Jake didn’t move immediately. The tremors persisted. His fist clenched into the wet soil.
Minutes later, he began to crawl away, slow, agonizing, careful.
The system highlighted an old shack nearby.
Jake stumbled inside, his shoulder slamming into rotting wood. He collapsed to the floor, breathing heavily. His body shook again—not fear.
Exhaustion.
He stared at his hands, stained with dried blood.
⟦ Emotional Energy Detected ⟧
⟦ Source: Hatred ⟧
“Not now,” Jake whispered. “I’m not ready.”
⟦ Acknowledged ⟧
Silence.
Jake leaned his head against the wall. His eyes closed—then snapped open again.
The word revenge vibrated in his chest like a freshly struck bell.
Memories surged violently.
His engagement day.
His mother’s smile.
Clara’s bright eyes.
His father’s trembling, proud hands.
Then boots.
Accusations.
The word traitor thrown like a blade.
A nightmare.
Richard stood before him.
“Your greatest mistake,” the voice whispered.
Jake shot to his feet, gasping. His eyes darted wildly.
No one was there.
⟦ Post-Traumatic Paranoia: Active ⟧
Jake dragged a hand down his face.
“Perfect,” he muttered. “So it’s not just my body that’s broken.”
⟦ Psychological Damage Recorded ⟧
He laughed softly. Then stopped.
The hatred remained.
Calm.
Dense.
Waiting.
Jake stared through the shack’s cracks, toward the mist of Wailing Valley.
“Richard,” he whispered.
No grand oath.
No heroic vow.
Just a simple truth:
Jake was alive.
And someone had made sure he wasn’t supposed to be.
⟦ Long-Term Objective: Active ⟧
A sudden presence snapped his senses taut.
Too close.
⟦ New Threat Detected ⟧
⟦ Classification: The Soldier ⟧
The shack door creaked open.
A man stepped inside,scarred, armored in uniform and metal. His eyes gleamed with predatory excitement. A jagged blade hung loosely in his grip.
“So you are alive,” the soldier grinned.
“Worth a fortune, he said.”
Jake moved first.
Pain screamed as he lunged—but he didn’t stop.
The soldier swung.
Steel sliced across Jake’s ribs.
Blood burst out, warm and heavy.
Jake grabbed the man’s wrist.
Crushed it.
Bones snapped with a sickening crunch.
The soldier screamed.
Jake slammed his head forward.
Once.
Twice.
The third time, the man collapsed.
Jake took the blade and drove it into the soldier’s throat.
Deep.
He twisted.
Blood sprayed across the shack walls.
The body twitched… then stilled.
Jake stood there, drenched in blood, breathing hard.
⟦ The Soldier Eliminated ⟧
⟦ Experience Gained ⟧
Jake wiped his face slowly.
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