Duncan was always looking for validation. It’s probably why he acted out so much, everyone always though he was a bad boy which is exactly what he wanted. Shame his life ended at 17 crammed inside his bunk with his neck slit. When you plant your feet into the overgrown cabin, you’ll hear the scratching of a pocket knife engraved with a special name. It’s him, he’s playing with you. The carving is your skin, the engraving D.T scratched crudely on your lower back. It’s his way of saying hello. I