With a blood-stained face, Peter gritted his teeth. It was now that he finally noticed the deep tugging in his heart and mind; it was none other than his moral compass. With a tear forming in his eyes, he breathed out in desperation at his current predicament. He darted his eyes around, trying to analyze the situation, but alas, he could not focus because of the emotional turmoil he was suffering.
He felt his stomach churn and a bone-deep chill that emanated from inside his body. Adrenaline was being forcibly pushed forth, anxiety rising, and time seemed to slow down for him.
His eyes opened wide, and a streak of bright light came forth from them. He held his breath as a pristine white hand stretched out from the light and touched his cheeks. He felt incredible warmth flowing through him, and in a moment of clarity, everything returned to normal before him.
