"It'll tear him apart!" Mr. Lee's voice echoed loudly.
"The parameters are adaptive. He must face what he draws to himself." She glanced at Mr. Lee with an unreadable expression. "It will help us know him better."
Mr. Lee's jaw clenched as he took a half-step back. He forced his arms to fold across his chest and leaned against the wall by the door.
The wires connected to Leon's chair thrashed like an agitated serpent as Leon convulsed.
In the virtual world, Leon ran as his survival instincts overrode the blinding pain. His boots pounded the rubble-strewn ground, each footfall sounding like a thunderclap in the narrow space.
Behind him, the Corrupted Canis moved with a silent, tarrying speed.
The crunch-whine of its steel-tipped tail whipped through the air and sheared through protruding piers and stone corners.
Leon's lungs burned, causing his breath to rag. The torch beam bounced erratically, illuminating flashes of dead ends and collapsed passages.
