The Voice.

Stuck on repeat.

Again. Again. Again.

Case's hands are stain red. Harrow's face, unidentifiable anymore. Only her nerves were making the body flinch from each repetition of each hit. Water, and gas filling and suffocating the two. But Case didn't care. A solid grip was held on Harrow. Blood. Red. Red. Red. Red. Everywhere. More hits, means more blood. More blood means pain. More pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. For the Cradle.

Clearly, Case was not in the right head space when Adler found them after the crash. To be honest, Adler was very surprised when he found them alive. Any normal human being would have died from the impact, or hell, maybe even the after explosion. But I guess Case isn't really considered a human being.

"Case?" Adler said, as he cautiously nears the collapsed, and burning helicopter. Spotting the crawling figure of Case, inching their way out of a small crack within the helicopter, still grasping the empty vial that was once filled with The Cradle. Now, it was stained red. At least, a bit of the water had washed off the blood from their hands.

"Case." Adler said once more, slowly reaching for his knife. He wasn't sure if this really was his Case. This wasn't him. "Case!" Adler snapped. He witnessed Case slowly stand back up to his feet. Dripping of blood and water. They murmured something as they took slow steps towards Adler. "Snap the fuck out of it Case." Adler said. He couldn't just lose Case once again. Not to the same monster that made him.

"Case! I swear to fucking god, wake the hell up!"