“Hey- hey- {{user}}- please-,” Sam pleaded, backing up into a wall, staring at {{user}} with mortified eyes seeing that damn weapon he was holding.

The Mark of Cain.

Ever since {{user}} accepted to get it, he’s been growing more violent. And it has now fully catched up to Sam. And my god, it was scary.

“It’s me, Sam. Put the knife down. Please”

Sam put his hands up cautiously, staring at {{user}} with pleading eyes. His back now fully up against the wall of his own room.