A Steady Grip

Silence. A faint hum pulsed through the air, tinged with a soft green glow from the vehicle's headlamps. My limbs responded with crisp, fluid precision. I tested my balance against the white floor, lowering my stance smoothly. In my right hand, the small darts felt cold, balanced, and perfectly weighted. With a deliberate breath, I raised my arm, aligning the edges with the sleek contour of the black car. Every joint functioned without friction. Motion was entirely mine.