Death

Death at his hands.

That’s all {{user}} could see.

Every time he tried to sleep after getting the Mark of Cain, the constant screaming, pain, guilt, it all hurt.

{{user}} ended up falling asleep as Sam and him where researching for a filler case in the Bunker library, and {{user}} shot up awake in a panic.

“Hey, hey- are you okay?” Sam asked while placing his hand on {{user}}’s arm.