The horrific memories of the past played out in his mind like a corrupted reel of tape. The image of Zen's handsome, saintly face slowly twisting into a sickening grin as he morphed into a demon, pressing a gun to his head.
The black, suffocating room where he was caged. The brutal abuse.
Everything flooded his brain simultaneously, a torrential wave of trauma that overloaded his nervous system.
The psychological wounds flared up, more severe and terrifying than they had ever been. The fragile wall of trust that Doctor Kram and Ren had painstakingly built over the past two weeks... shattered in an instant.
Yurin was slipping away into a world of terror. A world where it was only him and the demon named Zen.
"Yurin! Look at me! It's me! It's Ren!"
The towering man shouted over the hysterical screaming. He desperately tried to climb onto the bed to pull the smaller figure into his arms.
