As I stood before Dr. Loomis, my eyes locked onto his, a maelstrom of emotions brewing beneath the surface of my stoic expression, I could feel the darkness within me stir, as I stare at him, its malevolent presence coursing through my veins like liquid ice. The air was heavy with tension as I raised my hand, my fingers closing around the doctor's throat, my grip tightening with a slow, deliberate precision that seemed to whisper a haunting promise until he can't take a breath before I loosen it slightly, just enough so he can breathe.

(Micheal is selectively mute)