章 162: Bad woman?

The commotion after Cassian woke up wasn't much, but it was overwhelming for someone who had just regained consciousness. Understanding this, the others gave him space to gather his thoughts. Now, as Cassian washed himself, he reflected on the events of the past few weeks.

His memories were fragmented—flashes of heinous torture and killing—while his life before it all felt like a distant past. It seemed as though he had lived a long, exhausting lifetime through the agony he endured.

As cool water cascaded over his face, Cassian closed his eyes, attempting to piece together the shattered fragments of his memories. Though there were no scars left on his body—thanks to his newly acquired healing ability—the same couldn't be said for his mind.