IV

There's another him.

It's inside him, steering control.

It embraces him, whispering safety.

His internal compass goes haywire.

Intuition is estranged from logic.

He doesn’t know what to believe.

It’s sinister how distorted his identity feels.

The body's protests nauseate him.

He fails to understand why.

Restless, he enforces patience.

Watching it unravel, answers reveal itself like escape room clues. That’s his hope.

This other him...it appears to protect the boy.

Safeguard against something he’s yet to comprehend.