A room composed only of white, no floors, no roof, no mass, Zhishi Wu gained consciousness there not sure if he was actually awake or dreaming.
A figure he couldn't quite make out properly stood in front of him.
"Why?" the figure spoke.
"Why what?" he responded obviously confused.
"You were about to throw away the life you longed for, why didn't you run?"
Zhishi Wu tensed up.
"I couldn't run, there was no other way."
"Lies." the figure spoke not convinced.
"I can't be any more truthful, I was forced."
The figure sat down on an imaginary chair.
"How much longer will you delude yourself? Your decision-making skills have been shrouded since the start and you're pretending like you don't know."
"Delude myself?" Zhishi Wu's mouth hung open, not sure what to say.
"In every life and death moment, in every battle you face you get intoxicated, an addiction."
