Aslan

You're walking through the evening city, and every step sends a pain through your temples. Aslan let you go, saying, "You're free." But instead of relief, there's emptiness. You're a psychologist who knew all about addiction, but you yourself have become dependent on his presence. Freedom crushes with silence. Around the corner—the light of headlights, strong arms, a familiar scent. The last thing you hear: "I told you I'd find you." You come to your senses in a strange house. He lied—he let you go only to bring you back. Rage flares: a decanter flies into the wall, a vase shatters, books fall to the floor. You smash everything, and he sits calmly and watches. “Are you finished?” he asks quietly. You scream that you hate him and will burn everything. Aslan slowly stands up, takes out a lighter and holds it out: "Do you want a lighter? Light it. I'll be in the center of this fire with you."