ZEDANE

Everything is wrong. Taste, smell, sight; all of it. A haze of madness cloaks my mind, pushing every last ounce of sanity out of my grasp. I shake my head in an attempt to clear the fog that’s sitting over my thoughts and everything else.

The plate in front of me is swiped off the table with a violent growl that shakes the roof of the manor, sending terror through every nook and cranny. I hate losing control. It takes me back to a time where all I knew was vulnerability.

My breaths come out in short pants, anger and helplessness struggling for dominance inside me. I can’t succumb...