The girl smirked. “Almost correct. It’s SKORPIO.”


    Zayn frowned. “That’s the same thing.”


    She ignored his complaint and continued. “S.K.O.R.P.I.O. stands for Secret Object Control & Paranormal Intelligence Operative Section(Seksyen Kawalan Objek Rahsia & Paranormal Intelijen Operatif). It’s a covert agency operating in the shadows under the Malaysian government. Our job? Prevent catastrophic events by jumping between different timelines to fix—”


    “That’s enough.”


    This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.


    A deep male voice cut her off.


    Zayn turned his head toward the doorway, where a tall man stood with his arms crossed. His presence alone carried an air of authority.


    “Let’s not overwhelm our patient with too much information,” the man said.


    The girl pouted. “Aww, come on, Captain. I was just getting to the fun part.” She shot Zayn a wink.


    The man stepped closer, standing beside the bed. “First, introductions. I am Captain syafiq. And congratulations—you’ve been unconscious for two days.”


    Zayn’s eyes widened. “T-two days!?”


    “Yes. T-W-O,” the captain confirmed.


    The girl raised a finger. “Technically, it was twelve—”


    “Twelve days!?” Zayn bolted upright, only to feel his body protest in pain.


    “—Minutes,” the girl finished with a grin.


    Zayn groaned and collapsed back onto the pillow. “Can you not give me a heart attack?”


    The girl giggled, and even the captain smirked slightly.


    But the moment of levity didn’t last long. The captain’s face turned serious. “Now, let’s begin your interrogation.”


    Zayn gulped. “Uh… can I go home first?” A chill ran down his spine.