[Aunamee can't remember the last time he slept. Days, maybe. Weeks. He slept well when he first arrived in this place, of course -- back when he thought his situation was temporary -- but ever since reality set in (ever since the voice entered his head), he's been spending his nights pacing and muttering, sleeping only in short, forgettable bursts. As much as Aunamee prides himself on his sanity, his grasp on it has always been superficial, like clean paint disguising a wall overflowing with mold.

And then his body dissolved into energy.

And then there was nothing.

And then he was back.

When Aunamee returns to his rental apartment, the first thing he does is talk to Marco. The second thing he does is destroy everything inside.

He breaks every chair. He splinters every dresser. He tears up the curtains and destroys the mirrors, using his own hands to shatter and crack the glass. When he's done, his fists are bleeding and his chest is heaving, but some of his rage (his fear) has been quelled.

But he's not done.

He kneels down next to the radio, reaching out to hold it tightly between bleeding fingers.]

I won't introduce myself, because you already know who I am.

[His voice is low and cold. His gaze is unwavering.]

I am not a tool to be broken and then cast aside, Elias. I am not your experiment.

[He tightens his grip on the radio.]

I can be persuaded to forgive you for your mistake, of course. I'm a very magnanimous man. Did you know that? Did you see that when you were rifling around inside my head?

[Even saying those words fills him with disgust, with enough rage to smash the radio to the crowd and crush it under his shoe. But he swallows it. For now.]

Tell me why I'm still here. Tell me what happened to the others you brought here.