His heart thundered. It felt as if it would burst ou,t of his chest. Fear coiled around him, wrapping his entire body in frightening cold. Silver pupils quivered, laced with the unbridled fear. The room was freezing, and Moulin didn't find comfort in it than how he used to. It was terrifying and ominous, as if he was being swallowed by pitch-black darkness, suffocating in mad silence.
The memories were so vivid in his mind. The scenes before the destruction of the Fraunces manor erupted, unearthed from the deep depths in his mind that he forced himself to forget. He lost many things after that day: his mother's life, his home, his dear friend, and eight years of his life. Standing within the room facing the carved wall, it felt like time had rewind, and he was brought back to that devastating day. Fear gripped his heart tightly, almost crushing it.
