Chase sat grumpily alone in the back seat of the van. Yin had tossed him in and then just abandoned him. That was annoying. Even more annoying, the windows were tinted so dark that he couldn't see outside of them. He had a relatively good idea where he was going, and it was one of his least favorite places. SEOU head quarters. Most likely they were bringing him straight into the research wing.<br/><br/>Of the four wings that the subjects could go in, he'd been in three of them: the research wing, the medical wing, and the development wing. He'd never been in the residential wing. Apparently they didn't want him there harassing the other subjects. Maybe that was about to change.<br/><br/>Soon, the car stopped driving and he felt an odd sensation, like he was sinking. They must be on the car elevator that lead into the facility; much of it was underground. After the sinking feeling stopped the car drove for a while longer before stopping again. His door was opened and he had to squint at the sudden light. Judging from the men in white lab coats who grabbed him, he was definitely in the research wing.<br/><br/>The men 'lead' him down the halls until they got to a small white room. There was a computer, several other technological devices, a reclined gray chair with lots of restraints, and a curtain that was currently not serving any purpose. They asked him to sit down in the chair and he really didn't have a choice. They strapped him down just about everywhere but his right arm.<br/><br/>He didn't bother to ask what was going on. They wouldn't give him a straight up answer even if he did. If they wanted him to know, they'd just come out and tell him. One of the men took a little wire thing that was connected to the computer and hooked the other end into a hidden slot in his personality lock. Immediately, several readings came up. The men examined these and then decided to talk to him.<br/><br/>"We thought perhaps there was a glitch with the personality lock," one of them said. "But it's still operating at full capacity. This means, your recent ill behavior is not a result of the lock weakening, but of you growing more chaotic." He snapped and the other men started running around, prepping machines, gathering equipment.<br/><br/>"In light of this," the man continued, "we have decided to give you an additional personality lock." Chase's eyes widened and he considered trying to break out of the restraints, but the men were already in action. He could see one of them already holding the other personality lock, ready to put it on.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Oh god no,</span>Chase thought, his mouth too dry to speak. He couldn't take the pain. Surely this time he would die. There was a slight whirring as one of the men pressed a button on the tiny machine and it widened enough to slip past his hand and onto his wrist, right next to his other personality lock. With a hiss, the time frame for applying the lock ended and it snapped shut on his wrist.<br/><br/>The needles dug into his skin, but that was nothing compared to what the machine was actually doing. All the tiny little needles latched onto his nerves and sent signals up to his brain, shutting parts of it down. It hurt. It hurt worse than anything else he could ever have imagined. Soon he was unconscious from the pain and the doctors were frantically checking all sorts of monitors and calculating data. They hadn't been entirely sure before whether enough of his brain would still be active enough for him to stay alive after the second personality lock was added. It wouldn't matter either way though at this point. There wouldn't be enough time to take it off if he died. The doctors just had to hope for the best.<br/><br/>When he finally woke up several days later in the medical ward, both his personality, and his Esper powers had been tamed. And he had a brand new personality lock to show for it.