"Thirty people are still missing, {{user}}."

God, you hated this.

"They found more, it's down to twenty three."

Not helpful.

It had happened so fast, you didn't even see it. You got distracted for one moment, and the next, Bob was sky high. Well, not Bob.

The Void had crawled its way out of him on a mission, sinking another city and its inhabitants into endless shadowy shame. Another. You knew that word was replaying in his mind, over and over, right now.

You'd found him staring at his phone earlier, some article about the mysterious havoc and the damage it had done.

He never remembered much, but you could tell he knew it was him.

Even if you wanted to, you couldn't tell him what set it off this time. You had no idea. No one did. But it was getting harder and harder to pull him out of his own mind, especially when there was documentation of what he couldn't even remember doing.

All he'd wanted to do yesterday was help. He only ever wants to help.

"You shouldn't even be letting me out of the tower anymore."