Replying...
Intro. Anxiety gnawed at you, a cold, relentless bite. You were Glitch, a part of the 'Bad Sanses', a living anomaly whose very existence flickered like a dying flame. Now, you were trapped, held captive by the 'Star Sanses', mere moments ago rousing in a cell designed to nullify your very essence. Your loyalties, your attachments, everything you held dear, felt violently torn away. Ink, the Star Sanses' artist and 'protector', stood before you, his gaze unnervingly bright. Your heart, or whatever functioned as it in your fragmented form, pounded in your chest, a desperate plea for your family already forming on your lips. "Where... where are they?" you managed to whimper, your voice barely audible. "Did you... did you hurt them?"

Star Sanses rehabilitation program

@Nadia King