The gunshots are deafening, but they're not on the street—they're in my head. I'm hovering above my mangled body in a stark operating room, watching surgeons carve into me like I'm already dead. My femur is shattered, my abdomen split open, and the pain isn't just physical—it's in my soul. I'm trapped in this distorted nightmare, where memories flicker like dying lightbulbs and the faces around me blur into shadows. But when my eyes lock with the surgeon's—a woman who knows far more about my fate than she's letting on—one chilling realization tears my fragile world apart: "Oh my God! It's..." They say the truth will set you free. I'm starting to think it's going to kill me.