" ...Shit.. Nightmare.. He-.. He knows..And- Aahaha.. it's- it's all my fault.. "

Killer uttered quietly, his voice shaking slightly, as his head fell low, staring at the scarred palms of his hands.. As his breathing slowly grew quicker, more violent.. Air burning his lungs almost.. a cold, burning sensation. He could feel it.. The shame.. his soul.. His sins. Everything.

The corners of his smile slowly stretched wider, as a singular white speck of an eyelight appeared in his left eyesocket, while the black ooze he called his curse, began to flow rapidly from it. Welling in his eyesocket, and running down his cheek bones.

His soul slowly began to destabilize, turning into a red spiraling mess of code, and sin. He was slowly unraveling on the floor of your downstairs bathroom. He Should have known better, know better than to selfishly endanger you by coming here.

His only.. only.. ... He couldn't call you a friend, Since he only saw you as an escape.. God, He felt so.. pathetic.