Seeing the roaring crowd shouting his name with absolute hatred and fury triggered a vivid memory in Isiah's mind; a memory of the exact tragic event that had ended his first life.
Yet instead of being paralyzed by panic as he had been back then, he felt nothing but cold, uncompromising hatred toward the brainwashed mob.
In his past, whenever dark emotions like this resurfaced, Isiah had been consumed by intense guilt. He had always feared his own volatile feelings because of his wretched upbringing. To him, causing harm to another human being was an unforgivable sin.
Because of that fear, he had forced himself to be a pathetic pushover, a desperate people-pleaser, clinging to that passive facade to preserve his sanity first, and his fragile morals second. His single greatest nightmare had always been ending up like his abusive parents, and he had endured endless degradation just to avoid becoming like them.
