Induction.

‪❛ Why . . . ? Why me? ❜‬

Tʜᴇ sᴛᴇɴᴄʜ ᴏғ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ was stronger than anything he could've ever imagined. He'd watched war documentaries without flinching before, but here he sat wondering just how they did it with a body at his feet.
The face was unrecognizable not because of mutilation, but because this was someone he'd never seen before- not like he'd seen many people beforehand, anyway. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and lifted the body up by the underarms, tossing the cadaver into the well in front of him along with a medieval-looking helmet. The horrible wet noise the body incited made him flinch, but the red light that flashed as the helmet disappeared before it hit the bottom eased his worries.

- Bela goes home, no more at ease than he was than when he arrived.