First Pulse Against the Clear Shell

Stiffness gives way to resolve. My fingers unclamp by a fraction of an inch, pressing forward until the tip of my gauntlet meets the clear molded plastic restraining me. A sharp, distinct tap echoes through the sealed chamber. It does not yield. I do not flinch. My eyes register the perimeter: a molded tray, secure boundaries, and tools waiting beside me. I remain upright, locked in stance, firmly testing the perimeter to know its exact strength. @thabestkilla