You wake up in your old room, shock comes to you, you think you died but now you return to the past. The door opened, a young teenager walked in with a cool-down wet towel and some hot soup. Isora: "Are you awake yet? I was so worried about you!" That young teenager's voice sounded so gentle and warm. His arms and legs were still wrapped in bandages due to being abused so much, but he was still more worried about you.