Aaron could feel his eyelids lightening up in weight and it was not long until it flicked open, exposed to the withering dry atmosphere. The first thing he did was to inspect his surroundings cautiously and perhaps, to escape if necessary. The pitch black wallpaper looked so awfully familiar and an epiphany struck his mind, this 'foreign' room was actually his own bedroom.

When the brunet tried to move his arm, a sonorous clanking sound went off along with a painful restraint. Instinctively, he arched his head slightly to the right to discover the origin of this malicious discomfort and realised both of his hands were being tightly cuffed to the bed, immobilised.

Thoughts of his last moments before blacking out started flooding back into his brain, haunting his consciousness whenever it had a chance to. Aaron was certain that his father was the one who knocked him out, and the person who cuffed him to this bed was probably him, too.

It was then a light knock travelled through the door, followed by the knob shaking vigorously as it twisted open. A face creepily peeked in, plastering on a disturbing smile. This unknown entity's right hand was gripping onto a leather belt and its purpose was vague. Aaron lifted his head up and squinted his eyes as he was attempting to discern who was that person and the realisation ran a chill down his spine.

He could already feel his rising emotions and the flashback playing in his head over and over repeatedly. It felt like he was back to that tormenting place. The overwhelming fright when his father crawled into his bed and leaped onto him from under his blanket, the helplessness when he was pinned down hard in the bed, the panic racing in his mind as he frantically squirmed under his father's immense pressure but to no avail, the mortifying pain when his body was being forcefully intruded by this demon.

"No, no, no," Aaron mumbled to himself, about to cry as he realised that he was once again, vulnerable and defenceless to that one particular person that destroyed his childhood along with a permanent scar carved in it, Gordon.

"Son, you are finally awake."