Jarek

The urge to land a roundhouse kick on Burak's face almost drowned Hao Xuan's mind but he managed to keep his cool at the very end.

Instead, he looked away after forcefully shaking his head, "No...no touch...ya cunt," he mumbled the last words in English so as not to become an accidental casualty in this foreign place.

Burak laughed merrily as if he was expecting it. He was far too relaxed when compared to the others which angered Hao Xuan even more.

Hao Xuan moved around and examined some of the other marks and indentations left in the door. He carefully touched some of the smaller ones before letting out a breath of relief.

'I have to be more careful. It would be a huge problem if I started seeing these memories in the middle of a fight. And I don't know why some of these are showing me things while others are not.'