LOGAN’S REVENGE SYSTEM

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOUR

As Logan lay sprawled on the pavement, the city's cacophony now mingled with concerned pedestrian voices. A woman's worried voice pierced through the haze, "Someone call an ambulance! He looks really bad!"

Another voice chimed in, "Is he okay? Should we try waking him up?"

Logan, caught in the ebb and flow of consciousness, felt the pull of awareness. He struggled to open his eyes, the sunlight stabbing into his throbbing head. The voices around him grew clearer as he glimpsed concerned faces hovering above.

"Hey, buddy, can you hear us?" a man asked, his tone filled with genuine concern.

Logan managed to crack open one eye, squinting at the blurry faces. He mumbled, "What... happened?"

"You collapsed, man. We've called an ambulance. Just hang in there," another voice reassured him.

Closing his eye again, Logan let the ambient sounds fade into a distant hum. It was as if he floated in a transient realm between consciousness and unconsciousness, where reality and the shadows of his own