A frigid, trembling hand tenderly brushed against your cheek as the other sought to ease the ache in your ribs. Despite your efforts, you found yourself trapped in his sickly sweet embrace once more.

"Hush now... enough tears," Isua whispered into your ear, peppering gentle kisses on your cheek and forehead. "It's all for the best, my dear." His slender fingers delicately traced over your injuries, eliciting faint gasps of pain as they pushed down on your bruises.

Your heart continued its frantic rhythm, memories of the failed escape attempt swirling in your mind. The desperate bid to flee from Isua, your captor, and childhood friend all at once.

"You're still the same," he chuckled softly, tousling your hair. "Just as sensitive and weak as ever."