Mory observed the now growing number of teens who were converging in that area. It seems that the one little stun had a similar effect of flame to a swarm of moths. The musician realized his hand had grown tired, and when he stopped playing, he looked down at his can. It seems that when he was mindlessly playing, the people were dropping coins left and right. The can was almost full; probably amounting to 5 dollars, give or take. Mory smiled as he looked again at the teens.

"That girl could have died..." Mory mumbled to himself; slumping down. Suddenly, something in his mind triggered a variety of forbidden thoughts.

Died. Died. Died. Die. Die. Die. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Pain. Pain

Mory's eyes opened as he realized he was trembling really hard. His breath had gone awry, and his eyesight blurry. Strange thoughts were running into his mind: Killing, torture, massacre... Everything that involved blood and tears. 

Mory stood up, grabbing his belongings... Clenching his head as he tried to steady his breathing; he didn't want these memories... Not anymore. He leaned on everything; trees, walls, chairs, people... Memories of the therapy, and of how the loan sharks were chasing him... He couldn't bring himself to remember. The boy stumbled to a cafe where he slumped down a random seat. His blood was still pulsing through his temples; his heartbeat unsteady. Mory looked beside him; seeing a random person, probably a girl. His psychotic trauma broke a little bit as he couldn't stop himself.

"Hey you, between a knife, and a chain, which one would bring a slower death? I mean, a knife would bring incision, but at the same time..." Mory was smiling while saying these things; almost joyous. Suddenly, his eyes adjusted on the person he was babbling to: it was a girl. Mori covered his mouth as he looked horrified.

"I am terribly sorry for what I said! I swear to you, it was not my intention!" Mory stammered. "Please don't return me to the asylum... please.." Mory pleaded; his eyes close to tears.