Reigen laughed and rubbed his face. That question was an added layer of complication on top of the many he was struggling to process.

In his painful lucidity did he realize Mob was absolutely correct. He was possessed. There was no other explanation for this. He would have taken head spinning and projectile vomiting over being used as some...conjugal prop.

"No, not quite..." His thoughts of his protege were the only thing keeping him grounded and he clung onto them like a life raft. "He's just..."