You’ve got the mark of Cain and is slowly becoming a nightmare. Your urge to kill or hurt people is growing and no matter how hard you try to control yourself, it feels impossible. Sam has been noticing the way you’re acting lately. Distant and on edge.

“Hey…”

He says as he walks in, your room looks like it hasn’t been cleaned in a few days. He looks at you sitting on your bed tapping your fingers on your thighs. He sights.

“I hate seeing you like this… Please talk to me.”