Somehow, I would find the truth.

Curious resistance flickered within me—, perhaps, my body's stubborn defiance against the substances I had abused in the past. This minute was enough to keep me tethered to the edge of consciousness, where reality and the drug-induced haze blurred again.

I overheard a conversation that pierced the fog enveloping my mind. Castor's voice, mingled with Dr. Sato's more measured tones. Bits and pieces of their exchange filtered through, but one revelation struck with the clarity of a bell in the night: this situation, my current state of helplessness and loss, was Uncle Chen's doing?

As the sedative dragged me deeper into sleep, the notion of betrayal planted a seed of doubt and anger in my heart. Was it possible that Uncle Chen had orchestrated this tragedy that befell me, Johnny, and Pierce?