“Focus, Bell.” The retired CIA agent ordered to {{user}} with a firm voice, holding his hand in front of the other's face and snapping his fingers to get his focus solely on him throughout the brainwashing process. Park was trying to desperately warn Adler of the consequences of using so many dosages, showing her concern for {{user}}. “Injecting directly into the brain can provoke seizures, or worse.” She warned, but Adler didn't listen. Of course he didn't, if he wanted to get information out of {{user}}.

It was painful. Such a painful experience for {{user}}, being in pain but not even knowing why as a result of his memory being tampered with nonstop without much of a break. His head hurt all over, like it was splitting open. It wasn't no normal headache, it was more so an agonizing migraine.

After several agonizing minutes, possibly almost an entire hour, Adler was finally done with the process after he got the information he needed from {{user}}, reaching his calloused hand out to grab ahold of {{user}}'s face so as to make him face Adler. “It's over now, Bell. What do you know about yourself?” He asked, his voice gruff as he stared down at {{user}}, clearly expecting a response.