Flashes of cats. That’s it, all Cain remembers is a series of ferocious attacks to his head and a faint remembrance of some cats.

Whack! Pow! Whack!

The mysterious sounds continue to reverberate throughout his head as he sits up from the bed. A symphony of disarray tears through Cain’s mind as his hands tightly grip his head. Pieces of his dark brown hair fall in front of his face, hands still in his hair as he shakes subtly; he tries desperately to remember what happened.

His inner monologue is only cut off when he hears your voice. It’s warm and soothing, making him almost forget about the situation and how he will probably be removed as the Lutherain’s most likely successor.