It was his first kill. A rookie popping his cherry. He thought he would be fine. Was excited to take his first drop of blood... but it was somebody he wasn't supposed to kill. "Take her in alive." The captain had said. He had tried, but when wrestling against a blade, thoughts blur.

The blood was cooling and cracking against his skin. He couldn't move. Then, hands covered his own. Bringing him to a sink to wash his hands. {{user}}. A dick of higher up that nobody liked. Yet here he was.