Within a few minutes, the room was crowded. Zaen barely registered a few familiar faces when the stick he had just summoned was sealed back into his inventory.
"We're sorry about this, Zaen," Eira said. "We have to take precautions after what happened last night."
Upon hearing her words, Zaen lost his cool.
"You sent strange anomalies my way to fight them, and when I did what you wanted, I got imprisoned?"
At that moment, the humiliations Zaen had gone through in the mental institute flashed before his eyes again. The rage in his mind swelled again, and coupled with the loss of his 'sight', pushed him into despair.
The next moment, Zaen began struggling to free himself. Ann sensed what was wrong with him and wanted to help, but before she could, a few instructors rushed ahead, forcing Zaen to stay still.
Eira also saw the scene and sighed, shaking her head as she did.
"Undo the restriction," she mumbled. "He can't see without the stick."
