A single ceiling fan paired with the air conditioning system was all it took for Alexander to cool down.
The mark on his chest was still burning, the voice of the entity still whispering in his ears like a constant stream of air whistling.
Sunder and Stella were talking near the door, they had taken him to a room deep inside the stadium.
Besides the couch he sat on, there wasn't much in the room.
A small refrigerator, a table, chairs and some magazines to pass time.
There also was a clock on the wall, its ticking a constant reminder of how long his pain lasted.
"This rune on his chest, we were told it would only serve to protect him against the entity. Because he's a cultist we let it slide, but if it's hurting him…"said Stella.
"It's hurting because it's working," replied Sunder.
"Isn't it supposed to be the other way around? He stops hurting when it's working?"
Alexander heavily sighed.
