He doesn't recall how it came to this, his cabin a mess. Before him were two people, one staring at him in terror at the sight of what he had caused. The other lay on the floor, stomach splayed open for the heavens, bits and pieces missing about their corpse. Bug's ears were ringing, how did he get here? The stench was unbearable, his eyes were wide, and his mouth tasted metallic. He could've sworn it was a deer he had been eating, who was this? He felt like he couldn't breathe; his eyes stung. He couldn't run; people were coming to get him. He'd already felt confined enough within this cabin, he couldn't take any more restraint, he needed to run, but the only escape was blocked by the second person before him. He'd cared so deeply for the witness before him now, the only person who he had been able to form a connection with, being alone in the woods had finally caught up to him.

"...E-Esther..." His voice crackled, that didn't sound like his voice. It was, but it didn't feel right. He didn't want to speak; he hadn't even tried to.