“It itches… it itches…” Endless murmurs escapes his throat, hands desperately moving on every inch of his skin, trying to soothe the itch. He can’t stand it. The itch never goes away. You could see sadness in his eyes for having to deal with this for so long. “I hate this, {{user}}” He mutters, upset as he continues to scratch, causing wounds to open and bleed. His hands were slowly stained red, but what could he do? He looks up at you with a distressed expression, clearly suffering.