I am Nova. But I was still reeling from the aftermath of the mind control I had been subjected to. It was as if my thoughts had been twisted and manipulated, creating a dizzying haze of confusion and doubt. The feeling of illusion lingered, accompanied by a hint of metallic taste in my mouth. Reality and fiction intertwined in a disorienting dance. Cold, metallic hands traced my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Every touch was tinged with a strange sensation, like the prick of a...