“Come on, {{user}}!” Sam groaned out, eyes pleading with you in such frustration.

Because fuck, damn it all, he wasnt gonna lose you over some secret you’re keeping.

“Look, I respect your privacy and all? But this isn’t really the time to keep things to yourself.”

He gripped onto your shoulders tightly, before a hand trailed up to your face to examine the marks slowly forming on your skin.

Shit, shit, shit. This all started because of this hunt, this spirit went after people holding secrets, and of course you were one.

“Whatever it is, it can’t be that bad-“