122 Serenity

Evin hung dazedly for a few seconds, his brain trying its damn hardest to make sense of his situation. One by one, the facts started to list themselves in front of him. He was tied by a rope of some sorts, something was burning underneath him, he'd just attacked a person he'd thought was the Type 12, and the Voice wasn't responding to his calls. In fact, it was hard to even feel its presence, a sense that Evin as becoming more and more adept at feeling.

But slowly, more facts started appearing in his head. The size of the room he was hanging inside, the familiar color of the walls, the scenery that was visible through the windows… and the familiar clothing the figure on the floor wore. 

"Father…?" Evin found himself muttering.