When you have an episode the likes of which you have never experienced before on the pain scale, they really treated you right, making sure you stayed healthy and hale…just so they can kill you themselves at a later date. Resting in my lone room lined with silver walls, just returned from my three-day stint in the infirmary, I still couldn’t figure out what the hell had happened. One minute, I was sleeping peacefully, and the next, I was in agonizing pain. My Core, which holds a Mystical’s power, just felt like it had exploded with…too much. That was the only way I could explain it to the physicians as I bellowed in agony, right before they dosed me heavily with a sedative. They kept that up for a few days as they monitored me in the infirmary with a few armed Mysticals surrounding me. And not one of them had a reason for what had happened, further confusing me. Staring at the silver ceiling, I gave up trying to figure it out, still feeling too full inside as I rubbed at my chest.
