Third person POV
Later at night, after a hard day of tending work, Reina was writing in his precious spiral-bound notebook, one of the few people who understood his pain, in all types. His pen acts like a medium which processes his pain into words. In his latest journal entry says:
"I am still holding strong. My fantasies of being tortured became more vivid. I better scour another spiral-bound notebook because this is getting filled up. If Gen were to see my writings detailing my fantasies, I hoped he understands it. I needed to be cleansed psychologically.
Lately, in a dream I had last night, Ichiro took the helm of torturing me. He had me blindfolded and made me walk around a maze. He swooped in like a ninja and stabbed me in the back as a request from me. He dialed his voice changer to make his voice sound more demonic. As he pulled his katana out and I collapsed on the floor, he leaned on me and said, "Don't worry, I will murder your guilt, PTSD, and dread in cold blood of pain.
I smiled at him as my serum finished off my wound.
Then, Hayate-san and his squad came in, and I requested for a vial of the zombie to be shoved down my throat while having a sight of them using a comms backpack for permission from Gen-san to do so. Gen agreed for my sake, and I watched as Hayate pulled one vial from his vest, opened it, and shoved it down my throat. "Time to be purged of your despair. It's gonna be bitter, literally. After you wake up, gurgle up the bitter taste on your mouth with water.
I nodded before the virus simulated the pain without turning me into a mindless husk. I was asleep after that for the next morning."
He then transliterated that Japanese entry into Devanagari, one of his favorite writing scripts.
For most parts of the entry, he devised a few new consonant variants out of the existing ones.
But, this entry had laid a new sign for Gen, because this was a shift in his mental state.