After specialists evaluated Draven, they confirmed his mental illness. The transfer to a psychiatric facility happened swiftly.
By pure coincidence, Kane occupied the neighboring room.
Kane's collapse followed a string of devastating blows and one final, crushing revelation. He cowered from anyone who approached, spending his days whispering the same broken phrases: "I'm sorry. It was my fault," and "I won't dare do it again."
Draven's breakdown took a different form after enduring relentless pressure. He welcomed visitors but rambled endlessly about meaningless topics.
During their examination, doctors discovered disturbing wounds on Draven's body—the type associated with extreme sexual practices taken too far.
Blood tests revealed traces of unidentified substances. These appeared to be custom-designed drugs that could amplify physical pleasure tenfold, though the doctors couldn't determine their exact composition.
