Ren always thought he had Kestrel all figured out. He'd seen Kestrel's many fights, knew what Kestrel liked and didn't like, and could even spot tiny changes in Kestrel's usually calm face. But he didn't expect Kestrel to ever hurt him like this.
Kestrel could now dive into Ren's psychic landscape without any struggle. Like walking into an open door.
A freezing feeling spread quickly inside Ren, changing everything. It was as if every gust of wind or brush of air against his skin made him shudder. The slightest rub from his clothes felt like it could hurt him. He wanted to get away, but his arms and legs wouldn't listen. They felt like they were tied up.
Looking up, Ren's eyes grew wide. He saw a dark, wet ceiling. Then he felt something cold and wet start crawling up from his ankles. His shoes and socks were taken off, and this chilly thing kept moving, climbing up his feet, feeling so intense.
