Restraint
As I awaken, the dark room slowly materializes around me. My memory is fragmented, where am I?
I try to move but the restraints catch me. My hands ensnared by the cold embrace of galvanized steel.
Panic surges through me, intensified by the muffled screams echoing down the hallway.
Abruptly, a blinding light floods my vision as something is ripped off my face.
“It’s VR! Connor, you’re safe!” Someone pulls me into a tight embrace.
After a few moments, my breathing begins to steady. “Pretty cool, right?”
Nathan is a writer who explores themes of truth, technology, and mental health through poetry and fiction. His stories blend cyberpunk aesthetics with grounded, emotional storytelling.