As Mark Latros was defeated, the white, sterile hallways vanished. The laboratories, the restraints, the experiments all disappeared as if they had never existed in the first place.
What remained was a simple backstage room, the kind used by staff to rest or store equipment. The sudden normalcy left them disoriented.
Dylan was there too. "Where is everything?" he asked, looking around. "I swear I already got the torso."
Confusion was written across his face, and Diane looked just as lost.
"We're in reality now," Seamus said. "This is only my theory, but everything you saw feels like something that once happened. Mark Latros just chose to show it to us."
"But why?" Diane asked.
Seamus had no answer. Maybe Mark had tried to recruit them. Maybe he wanted to be understood.
But forcing Diane and Dylan to experience something worse than a nightmare felt excessive, even for that. There was something hidden he had failed to grasp.
For now, there were more urgent matters.
