Please, stop!

-It seems that you do not have enough resistance to alcohol, hey you are breaking down! -

Fersa fell to the ground in a sorry state. Before collapsing, he seemed to see death herself with a bottle in her hand grinning at him maliciously. The bartender looks pityingly at the young man who tries to lift the man off the floor.

-Lorenzo, where do I leave it? From the face that everyone had when he entered it seems that here he is not welcome and I think it is dangerous to leave him alone-

-Leave it in the back alley, when it wakes up it will go away as usual, don't worry-

-Okay, I'll throw it back and come back. Today if I'm going to win at billiards-

Ray leads an unconscious Fersa outside. Once inside the alley, Meraki released a shield that served as a camouflage to lose himself among the surrounding buildings.

**

In an abandoned port warehouse, Fersa is sitting on his knees with his arms tied. Ray had drugged him to deal with him personally. Meraki was sitting on one of the hundreds of boxes in the warehouse listening to his father's every word.

-Mera, after that dispel the shit of charm that he has in his mind when i gives you the signal-

-Yes-

Ray walks over and kicks him with his metal toe boots to get him out of his sleep.

-Wake up you disgusting sack of shit-

Fersa opens his eyes feeling terrible pain in her face. The young man from the bar was looking at him and he felt a pressure flowing towards him. It was as if the young man was looking at an ant which he would step on without mercy.

-Now where were we ... ah yes ... how long without seeing each other Master Fersa? Or should I call you Gemini? It must have been painful to be left without your dominant hand and more after being disowned by your lover-

Fersa, who was half sober, faced the young man who was questioning him.

-Who the hell are you to talk to me in that tone? You already know who I am and even so you tell me, you piece of shit-

-Hehehe ...- Ray couldn't contain his laughter. Fersa's hilarious situation was too exaggerated for him, so he began to look at him with an almost psychopathic smile and his eyes were a creepy red.

-You ... who are you?- Fersa began to tremble like a leaf in the wind.

-As Gemini, you are useless. Your position and title of master of the sword belongs to someone more capable and usable, so I will recover Castor and Polux for personal use-

-What do you want? I will give you anything else valuable except to them, they are mine, I won them, give them back to me-

-Win? You say steal, you stole them from the real Gemini so, I don't have to listen to you. I didn't really expect anything from you, just that you'll have the cheapest funeral there is, so die.

Fersa stole not only the title but also his honor from the master of the northern sword Gemini by stealing his holy swords. He disposed of the true owner in a heinous manner, took the title for himself, accusing him of injury. He boasted of having won a trial by combat that by far for those present that day, was fixed. Master Gemini died and Fersa was crowned champion ... or so everyone thought.

Ray had met the real Gemini in the underground prison and he told him about his misery because of having made a bad decision. If it hadn't been for Fersa and Espin, Gemini and his family would still be standing. For Ray, that man who was used as a guinea pig just like him, had more honor than any other gentleman he had met before, he gave him back the hope of living, so he promised that if they escaped one day, he would gut the bastards, who locked them in that hole.

-What?! - Fersa trembled from the terror emanating from the young man. A familiar feeling. The aura of a sword master was cornering him. He swallowed hard and the young man continued:

"Faber est suae quisque fortunae". "Each one is the architect of his own destiny." I wonder what you will say now knowing that?-

-That phrase ... impossible, how do you know that ?! -

-Gemini sends you his regards-

-There must be a mistake I don't even know you boy, I have nothing against you-

-You are the master of the sword Tark Fersa, lover of waste and drunkenness. You were going to kill me to rob me right? Hehehe, see if I have something against you now. Why would a recognized swordsman do that? Ah right you are no longer anyone-

-I ... needed the money-

-What if i can know? -

-I need to get back to her. Everything is the fault of that useless and crying shit ... if only that brat had not been born I would be happy by her side and none of this would be happening-

Fersa was hard to hear his own words. He was throwing the truth out like nothing and didn't understand why.

-That's your true thought about that bitch Sophia and her innocent son? -

Yes..but how is that ...-

Ray was grinning devilishly from ear to ear and with each answer more and more anger was building up inside him as he continued his round of questions. The sodium pentothal (truth serum) was easy to get after manipulating the palace doctors. He didn't want to use to Meraki until the end, so he chose to use drugs.

-I want to talk to the real one, not the tattered puppet. I want to hear what he has to say before he dies-

Meraki began to release the trapped mind but he was having a hard time as if it was too difficult to find the real consciousness. Ray watched the process and noticed that Meraki was beginning to suffer.

-If you think it's too much stop-

-I can, I just have to ... ah-

At that moment Fersa began to squirm as he looked at Ray. So how could he ask

-Who are you? Where am I? ... My family where is my family .....-

Fersa was speechless. He remembered what he did to his entire family and began to shed tears. Sobbing with pain, he crawled over to Ray.

-OMG! What have I done ... Karen, Rebecca, god no !!! -

-Your pain does not interest me, answer that the church planned ten years ago in the favelas.-

-....-

-And...-

-... Please get him out of there !!! That damn witch is not ... those things will do what to others !!! I beg you, take the child away before that thing catches him! - After thinking a bit, he replied euphoric.

Ray didn't understand what Fersa was referring to and why he was so energetic to beg for the life of an unknown child, but he would soon find out. Suddenly Fersa squirmed again and returned to his manipulated self again.

The interrogation did not last long when consciousness was regained. Meraki was panting like it had been a problem to keep Fersa rational for that short period of time. He managed to stand firm in helping.

-It was as if something else was dragging him to the bottom, but it was not Sophia's presence-

-....-

-I continue to steal her memories to remove the doubt-

Fersa's eyes turned black and the memory extraction began. Ray leaned closer to get a better view but had to turn suddenly because Meraki let out a heartrending scream and fell to the ground. Between convulsions, Ray tried to hold him in his arms and the boy began to spit blood. Despair became visible.

-Enough! It's enough! Just stop!

The boy kept extracting memories and didn't seem to listen to Ray