EPISODE 3 — THE FIRE

Night. A collapsed forest outpost. A fire burning low in a metal drum. Élyas eats in silence, the dead man’s knife within reach. Then — a static crackle, not in the air but inside his skull. Muffled voices in languages he never spoke. A memory that does not belong to him. “Not mine,” he murmurs, and forces it back down. Outside, footsteps. Human. Deliberate. He kills the fire with a handful of dirt. Whatever is coming is already close.