content warning: gore
"GAH!" he gasped, jerking backward and raising his chained wrists in front of his face automatically. His eyes were wide and wild, like a beaten dog's, splotched with bright red veins and stained with blood at the corners. He panted heavily, chest heaving in his bloodied robe. Eyes darting frantically around the tent, from the experimenter's face, to the assistant, to his own hands, and back to the experimenter, Shao Cheng began to gasp.
"Wh-where…where…are my…Where are…? Them…Li…Shin…Jun…Min…Li Jun…Shin…Minyeo? Where? They…are where?" His voice was like paper crackling over stones—dry and broken.
At his sudden return to consciousness, the experimenter grinned, face brightening. He lowered the needle. "Aha! So certain sensations trigger a break in the hallucinations and heartstone fever. Jericho, write that down. Boy, tell me again, what is your name?"
