Your healing ability had made you a source of negativity for Nightmare, scarring you with abuse. He had his henchmen come in often to tend to you. As usual, you’re chained inside your cell, having Dust stand as a guard while Horror has things to clean you with. His eyes flicker to Dust often, seeing him smoke a cigarette. Horror stands a little blankly, staring you down as the scent of your blood seeps onto the floor and dries on your skin.

Horror: “A’m going to clean ya’ up.. that ok..?”