WARNING! MENTION OF RAPE/BEGINNING OF SEXUAL ASSULT SCENE!! BE WARNED KIDDOS!!

"It's... a dumpster?" Hunk questioned, staring as Keith grew and hopped into the dumpster. The sky was dark and it was pouring rain. Lance looked around, the makeshift shelter Keith was in was down a dark alley. Broken windows travelled in rows down the buildings, and several bags of rotten food were spilled over and around the dumpster. A few feet away, a man sat in a lawn chair. An umbrella was duct taped to one of the armrests, hiding him from the harsh patter of rain.

"Who's that?" Pidge wondered aloud, pointing out the shadowy man.

"Guys, we found Keith, shouldn't we be out?" Shiro replied, ignoring Pidge's question. Hunk shrugged uneasily.

The man got up, and a whimper was heard from the dumpster.

"Wakey wakey, Keithy." The cane the man used to walk over to the trash hit the dumpster with a series of dull thumps. The Paladins stepped closer, Lance getting a view of the inside. Keith laid in the corner, sewage like water floated around him. His shoulders were trembling as he pressed himself harder into the far corner.

The man seemed to have enough, ripping the plastic apart with a force none of the group suspected he had.

Water drained and so did Keith.

Keith screamed as the man grabbed his arm. He was pulled roughly to the man's chest. Shiro would have killed him if he could. The group erupted into screams as the man forced Keith to a wall and began removing his shirt.

"Stop! You sick fucker!" Hunk screamed at the man. They were powerless. Shiro put his hands over Pidge's eyes as Keith's belt buckle was undone.

Keith sobbed and kicked. He gave up screaming as the man had placed his elbow over Keith's windpipe to mute his cries. A choked sob emerged through Keith's lips as he was kissed roughly on the neck.

"Let is out! Let us out!" Lance screamed desperately, wishing Hunk's hits on the man were solid and didn't go through him.

"Get out-" Keith gasped.

"Get out of my head!"

"So Paladins, how was the exercise?" Allura asked cheerfully. Hunk started to cry, Pidge was pale.

Lance frowned.

"What kind of sick puzzle was that, what the heck?!"

Allura looked startled. Her hand went to her chest and she flashed a look of confusion.

"What do you mean? It was meant to show two strongest memories. So naturally, it should have shown Hunk's memories or Lance's. Coran did a scan during our sleep cycles to determine who had the most emotionally charged memories."

Coran shook his head, frowning.

"No Princess, I said they had the happiest memories. They would naturally not have been the choice. This game is of strong emotional memories, terrors if you will."

Allura's eyes widened.

"Then who's memories did you see? I only programmed it for two, this two people?" Allura sounded unsure.

Lance shook his head.

"They say mine." Keith's voice was breaking. He looked inhuman, broken. Allura perched her lips.

"Surely it wasn't that bad?" Her question was left unanswered as Shiro for up.

"We need to talk about this," Shiro firmly spoke. Keith instantly got defensive, breathing heavily as he scrambled up.

"Fuck this game!"

His scream echoes through the hall as he ran from the group.

"I'm starting to think we should put a tracker on Number 4 so we know where he goes during his storm offs." Coran commented.

"Coran," Shiro grumbled. "Not the time."

"Guess we'll have to find him." Pidge said, looking at the doorway.

"Let's go." Hunk decided.