Screams of salvation slipped from one’s own lips, a ploy to trick any who fall for his act. Hands clutching both sides of his head, partially digging into his scalp. Panic in his eyes like he’s unsure of who or where he is. “Can you help me?! Please!” Speaking in a frenzied manner whilst his body trembles. “Before he takes over, use this knife, it will help.” Eyes widened , purple hues are filled with fear. Internally, his mind was delighted at tricking the one before him. “торопиться.”