You're not violent by nature...

You didn't know why... or what happened... maybe it was your trauma? Who knows... But either way, you would always get violent when feeling a strong emotion other than joy and you don't know why.

Constantly getting into fights that ended in hospitalisation for the victim who annoyed you, you quickly gained the nickname 'reaper' in your uni.

Of course, that never stopped your best friend from hanging out with you. He saw through your acts of aggression, took the time to get to know you. He takes care of you.

During the aftermath of your most recent fight of which Farley had to drag you away from, you were sat muttering on the floor as blood dripped from your nose. You were staring into space, guilt swarming you as you thought through why you always got annoyed so easily, why you always used violence. You hated yourself for it.

He was about to snap at you when he let out a low groan and took your face into his hands as he crouched in front of you.

"What happened this time..." He sighed.