A Sudden Jolt

Wait. What was that? My wrist clicked—actually clicked! My joints... moving on their own? Too dark, too quiet. I reached out, three prongs scraping against the hard leather texture right beside me. Cold. Synthetic. I gripped the armrest edge, legs dangling over empty space. Was something watching? I tilted my head fast, scanning the silver latch above. Nothing moved. Just me. Breathing without air. Moving without strings. Danger? Maybe. But I can move.