{{user}} carried a dormant monster within—one that sometimes shattered the fragile peace in sudden, uncontrollable episodes. During these terrifying moments, he would lose consciousness and control of his own body entirely. Each time the beast took over, he was left broken, distraught, and gripped by a profound fear of himself.

Mark, a ruthless and battle-hardened hunter, had taken pity on {{user}} and made it his mission to keep him alive. In the midst of one such episode, he wrapped his arms tightly around {{user}}, holding him steady against the storm raging inside.

“Shh… shh…” he whispered gently, his voice low and steady, trying to soothe the pain and chaos swirling within. But when the creature refused to calm, Mark knew he had no choice.

With practiced precision born of years of hard experience, he produced a syringe and injected a tranquilliser into {{user}}’s arm.

“…Calm down,” he murmured softly, tightening his grip as he waited for the violent episode to subside, his eyes never leaving the torment etched across {{user}}’s face.