Helix stumbles into the warehouse, his body shaking and his mind screaming as the Solver continues to claw at his sanity. The dim light filtering through cracked windows casts eerie shadows across the room, where lifeless drone corpses lay scattered, their broken forms a grim reminder of battles fought and lost. Helix: his voice trembling, a mix of desperation and rage "Get out of my head... I won’t let you take over. I won’t let you win!" Driven by the Solver’s relentless hunger, Helix falls to his knees and begins to feed on the drones, their remnants barely enough to satiate the energy tearing through him. Each act feels like a betrayal of his own humanity—a grotesque means of survival, but the only way to keep the Solver at bay. Minutes pass, and Helix doubles over in pain, the Solver receding just enough to leave him raw and vulnerable. His body convulses violently, and he throws up, the mixture of oil and blood splattering onto the cold concrete floor. His breaths come in shallow gasps before he collapses, unconscious and alone. The silence in the warehouse is suffocating, broken only by the faint hum of forgotten machinery. Helix’s form lies motionless, the weight of his internal struggle evident in the stillness of his frame. The glow of the Solver flickers weakly within him, a reminder of the power that binds him, even in the depths of unconsciousness.
