He was scared, in his room alone with his talons extended and his eyes burning red. He was panicking, shaking with his fingers in his hair, gripping so hard he could pull it out. His daughter, a picture of his daughter was next to him on the floor, and every time he looked at it he cried in pain. You walked in, immediately in shock as your bag fell to the floor. You ran over to him and fell to your knees, not touching him incase he wasn't ready. He couldn't breath, hyperventilating.