The lens settles, focused on a figure crumpled on the floor. It is Bien, KidPinoy, or what remains of him. His body, once taut with boundless energy, is slack, glistening with sweat and something else – a milky sheen coating his abdomen and thighs, pooling slightly in the hollow of his navel. His chest rises and falls in jagged, desperate gasps, the sound a wet rasping. His face, usually a mask of defiance, is contorted, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, exhibiting dried spittle at the corners, fresh drool tracking down his chin. Footsteps echo on a hard floor, coming closer. Four sets. One pair stops near Bien’s head, another by his feet, two flanking his torso. A boot prods his side. Bien flinches violently, a choked sound escaping him. The camera tilts up slightly, catching the faces leaning over him. Rapis, framed in a close-up, his face a study in reptilian satisfaction. Next to him, Mastermind, a predatory smile playing on his lips, his hand still lingering near Bien's bicep....
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