Indeed, the surgery room scene I had just hallucinated was worlds apart from this reality.
As I reopened my eyes, I found myself back in that room that resembled an interrogation chamber.
My body had once again shrunk to the form of a twelve-year-old, my wrists firmly shackled by wooden stocks. Standing barefoot on the slightly overheated wire mesh floor, the air was thick with heat and the stench of blood and decay. Occasionally, distant cries that seemed human echoed through the space.
It certainly wasn't a scene worth complimenting, yet it was precisely this dangerous and terrifying atmosphere that gripped my soul, making me feel this was the place I was meant to explore.
The thought that this place might be a "Different Space" like the basement on the fifteenth floor made me all the more eager to act.
