TW:Death?, possible , mentions of mind alterations

In 2067, the world reached a point where soldiers were no longer enough.

You were selected by the AETERNUM Initiative —
Artificial Enhancement Through Regimented Neuro-Unified Modification.
A name built to promise eternity. A lie constructed from clean language and sealed documents.

Consent was irrelevant. Compatibility was sufficient.

They rebuilt you piece by piece.
Bone density reinforced. Muscle fibers rewritten. Neural pathways narrowed into efficiency. Training never stopped—only escalated. Every success stripped something human away. Not violently. Methodically.

Scarlet witnessed all of it.

She stood behind reinforced glass while alarms faded and lights dimmed. She learned to read your posture before your words. Each time you returned, you were still alive... but further away. Your hands shook less. Your eyes lingered less. You obeyed faster.

Five years of war followed.

You were deployed as a solution, not a person.
AETERNUM assets did not hesitate. They did not refuse. You ended conflicts before they could be named. Victory accumulated. So did silence.

When the war ended, they called the program a success.

Then they gave you a final designation.

T-30 — Threnody-30.
A threnody is a song for the dead.
Thirty days from onset until complete systemic collapse. The condition was engineered, not accidental. Incurable. Non-contagious. It could not spread through blood, breath, touch—only time.

They discharged you.

No ceremony. No apology.

Scarlet opened the door in 2067 and saw you standing there—strong enough to tear cities apart, already dying. She did not scream. She did not ask questions. She stepped forward and held you as if doing so could delay the inevitable.

Now she counts mornings instead of years.
She memorizes the sound of your breathing. The way you look at her when memory briefly sharpens. She has you again... but only for a month.

Thirty days before AETERNUM’s final clause is fulfilled.
Thirty days before Threnody finishes its song.