It had been just two days after that mission. That damn mission. Everything came crashing down around Case, and now the damn voices in his head won’t shut up.

He sees things. Anything even remotely mentioning The Cradle sends his mind into chaos, and it doesn’t help that he physically can’t tell anyone. The voice won’t let him.

Case walks out to the back part of the safe-house, where the training station is. He had been spending most of his time out there, much to the annoyance and concern of Sev and Marshall. Clearly, something was wrong.

But they didn’t push it, as they assumed what he was experiencing was the side effects of the hallucinogenic gas. But Case knew better. He was a monster, a living weapon. A beast made to murder.

“That’s all you’ll ever be, Case.” Case punched the dummy as hard as he could, hoping to drown out the sound of the female voice in his head.