I leaned back on the sofa, stretching my feet lazily.
Physically, this body hadn't moved during that fight, but my mind still registered the exhaustion.
Funny how that worked. My neurons were busy inventing fatigue where there wasn't any, replaying muscle soreness and adrenaline spikes as if I truly earned them.
It was strange, almost irritating, but fascinating at the same time.
I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the illusion of exhaustion wash over me, enjoying the taste of it, knowing it was all in my head.
Eyes still closed, I let my fingers drift over the remote, pressing the button almost without thinking.
The TV flickered to life, showing the messed I created in the Federal Building.
A woman in a neat blazer stared into the camera. She looked visibly distressed as she reported the scene.
"The monster attack continues to baffle authorities," she said, swallowing hard between sentences.
