Jean's P. O. V
I look around me, squinting my eyes as I feel my hand pounding. I try to move my arm but realized I am tied down to a chair. I struggled and tried to pull myself free but the ropes are too tight. I panted for air, finding it hard to obtain the least amount of oxygen, having flashbacks of that night from Franco’s debacle of taking down Matteo. I try my best to focus on my breathing to avoid myself get swallowed by my panic attack. I deeply breathe in and out, holding my breath for a second or two. I repeated it until I believe I am okay. Keith taught me how to be prepared for this. For some reason, he just knew, and I am thankful for it. Knowing what happened with Franco might occur again, he prepares me for it, teaching me basic self-defense and other things to protect
