"Go on," said Alex, encouraging Procella to continue. He wished to know how he arrived to… whatever this place was.
"When we found you, you had scars all over your body," explained Procella in an apathetic fashion. "The wounds were enough to cause your soul to cross over the yellow river. However, aside from that…"
Procella glanced at Druk, who stepped forward in accordance. The latter extended her arm, placing it on Alex's abdomen.
"You should see for yourself," said Druk. "Also, it should clump your memories together to help you understand what happened before you were found."
Alex inhaled a deep breath before nodding. His eyes were filled with determination, but what awaited could only be classified as torture. No, it was worse than torture. It was an amplified version of mental torture.
*
Cr–Crack!
A crack appeared on a glowing orb of light encroached in darkness.