It was a prison.
In his own mind and body.
It wasn't the first time he was trapped in this room. He had been there a very long time, before the world as he knew it changed.
That hospital room was depressing, like any other.
Mori considered himself a clean person, but this room was too clean.
It wasn't hard to maintain it that way, considering his mom never moved around.
The only people in and out of here would be him, the nurses and the janitors.
Mori looked around, reminiscing about the countless nights he spent in that room, talking or just hanging out.
At one point, it was even his escape.
Maël hadn't come back, it had been a while now.
"What the hell..."
He looked around again, but nothing could help him undo his bindings.
He was stuck on that armchair, barely able to a move a muscle.
He couldn't conjure the force to get back on top.
But I did it last time...
