" I look down and feel a sort of distant horror as I see a body that is mine but not mine. My limbs are bent at odd angles. Shards of bone poke out though my skin. When I try to move, I realize that I feel no pain because I feel nothing. Nothing at all. And no matter how hard I try, I can't move anything but my head.

I'm broken, like Luka. Broken and bloody.

The thought feels hazy, as though it ought to mean more to me than it does. "

― Eve Silver , Rush (The Game, #1)