The canibal beast

He remembers the recoil.He remembers the war.He remembers wanting silence. He wakes up instead. Not in the afterlife, but in a hospital beneath a ringed sun that should not exist.The language is foreign.The body is not his.A massive scar splits his chest, proof that someone else once died inside this skin. The patients scream in ecstasy.Some are dragged into cells.The forest outside stretches endlessly, isolating this place from the world. The moon has an eye. Worst of all, the voices are back, clearer than before. They call him murderer.Coward.Survivor. The doctors smile.The nurse is too kind.A silver-eyed soldier watches him like an experiment. They say this is recovery.A second chance. He knows better. If this is another world, he will uncover its truth. And if something brought him here... It made a mistake.