Joseph had stopped trying to save himself from the clutches of the leather straps. All hope was lost. He had a first hand experience of how terrifying those two monsters were. He lay there—silent—awaiting his fate.
Xavier ignored the still psychiatrist on the bed and turned to Eulene. She had her eyes fixed on the 'empty' vase, pondering something.
Xavier walked to her. "What are you looking at?" He peered into the vase that looked empty and tried to sense anything that she might be discerning.
"I am getting a strange sense from this object," Eulene replied, her black eyes still glued to the artefact. "It feels…familiar."
Xavier's mask displayed a question as he peered deeper into the void like opening of the vase. She was right. There was indeed a familiar vibe. It even reminded him of something.
"Your third eye," Xavier answered.
"I know, right?" Eulene said. "I was thinking the same."
