Memories surfaced unbidden as his legs guided him through familiar pathways. With every step, he remembered Donald's psychological warfare designed to break minds rather than bodies.
Arthur paused outside the dorm building where they'd kept him under surveillance. The building stood as it is, the same as before, without any change to it.
...
Inside a hidden military control point.
Sergeant stared at his monitoring equipment as proximity alarms shrieked through the underground facility. His eyes had detected the anomaly moments before automated systems confirmed the impossible.
He actually came back. The monster has come back!
Multiple screens displayed the figure walking through Installation Seven's abandoned corridors.
Black hair, black eyes, and most importantly, the face that had dominated every briefing for the past week.
Arthur Fate. In the flesh.
