Chapter 65
I Next Raciel witnessed a sight he had seen many times before.
The shattered bedroom wall filled with thick dust revealed the eyes of the Minotaur, and a strange sense of familiarity washed over him. Was he going crazy, or did he simply have an exceptionally good memory?
‘That look, in Korea…’
He had encountered it in the past.
A suppressed memory surged to the surface, taking him back to the first year since he had opened his clinic. There was an elderly patient, a grandmother in her eighties, suffering from neuralgia. She had visited numerous hospitals seeking relief, but none could identify the cause of her pain, let alone provide proper treatment.
‘When that grandmother first came to my clinic… That’s when…’
Her expression mirrored that of the Minotaur’s – the look of someone in excruciating pain with nowhere to turn, a desperation born from utter helplessness.
‘But why does the Minotaur have that look?’
A question arose, but a more fundamental inquiry took its place.