Back on the theatre stage, Torq was playing a piano. The keys, however, were made of nails. So, every time he pressed a key, the nail punctured through his finger tips, all the way to the other side.
His blood continued to drip as he finished the song. And then, he woke up, finding himself in his room, next to his mother, MyuraBuntara. He noticed the pellet trembling faintly, absorbing the influence radiating off his body, 'This is a consequence of my regression.'
'It will progressively grow worse.' He thought, 'If not for the Chief's timely assistance, there was a chance I could have died. And this is merely my second regression.'
His next regression had a solid chance of turning him mad, and the fourth regression…could break his mind. 'The plan was to have seven chances in total. It seems I won't even survive that long.'
'Then, I'll make this life worth the most.' He firmed his mind, and only then did he notice something strange.
