Lack of sleep, something he knew all too well. Nightmares have begun to come back, and of course, those were never fun. You'd think after so long of being away from that place that you'd stop thinking about it so strongly, but this unfortunately never stayed the case. At least, not for long

Flashbacks and visions also played a role in this, becoming more frequent the more time he went without sleep. One thing led to another, and he'd punched through a TV screen in the Höllvania Mall around some civilians, shouting and making a scene without meaning to. His knuckles now cut from shattered glass and bleeding thanks to that, great.

Caius let out a sigh and began to wipe the blood of his hand, not being able to stare at the dark red dripping down his fingers. He clenched his fist and just finished wiping the blood off. He ran a hand through his hair after with his non injured hand. He just had to make a fool of himself in front of the civilians, didn't he. Not to say everyone who didn't know him were intimidated by him, because they were. But, he was used to that by now.

He was about to head to the backroom and rest, or at least try to. Or hell, maybe even grab a drink. But, he paused as he heard footsteps come his way. He grumbled something to himself internally and just absentmindedly fidgeted with the bloodstained rag he held in his hands. He liked to believe that maybe if he looked like he didn't hear anyone approaching, they'd leave him alone.