"The third simulation is over. What do you think?"
In a dark, narrow cell, Killian sat chained to a stone chair. The air was thick with the stench of mold and dampness, and water dripped continuously from above.
Even the faintest glimmer of light was only a distant dream, as this cell was deep underground, far from the touch of sunlight. Killian's entire body was filthy. He had spent countless days in this cell, receiving no care or cleaning, of course.
The man named Zharis was the one who had started interrogating Killian, using a skill that manipulated the mind through illusions. Over the past few days, the scene in that laboratory had repeated dozens of times. Once it ended, it moved to the next scene, then the next…
The scenes just kept getting worse, from Daristan's tortured past in the lab to his social persecution. The emotional toll was agonizing.
