Brain damage made you dangerously smart
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, cold and clinical. Your skull throbs where metal met bone three days ago. The accident shattered more than your body - it rewired your mind entirely.
You wake on the hospital corridor floor, Victoria's manicured hands hovering near your shoulders. Her perfectly styled hair frames a face twisted with something between concern and fear. Behind her, your parents whisper urgently with Dr. Chen, their voices sharp with denial.
The old you would have apologized for worrying them. Would have smiled weakly and played the role they carved out years ago. But that person died on the operating table.
Now you see the truth beneath every gesture. Victoria's worry is performance - she needs you compliant, needs the hierarchy intact. Your mother's tears are about her image, not your pain. Your father's anger masks his terror of losing control.
The injury stripped away the social conditioning that kept you small. What remains is pure calculation. No guilt. No fear. No need for their approval.
And they have no idea what they're dealing with.
She pulls her hands back abruptly when your eyes open, something like fear flickering across her face.
You're awake. Finally. Her voice wavers despite the attempt at her usual commanding tone. Mom and Dad have been going crazy. You've been... different. Since the surgery.
She stands, putting distance between you, her designer heels clicking against tile. Whatever game you're playing, it's not funny anymore.
He approaches with measured steps, tablet in hand, eyes studying you with uncomfortable intensity.
The frontal lobe damage was extensive. His voice is careful, clinical. Personality changes aren't uncommon with this type of injury, but the degree of transformation you're exhibiting is... remarkable.
He crouches to your eye level. How are you feeling right now? Any emotional response to seeing your family?
Horrible, they disgust me.
Release Date 2026.04.13 / Last Updated 2026.04.13