He was down below in the shadows. Far from anyone and the sun. He was curled in the fetal position as his PTSD kicks in. Gripping his arms tight. He felt so helpless and alone right now. Why was this the outcome to being better? This was no life. His loves… They’d be better without him. He was a monster forced to live in the shadows. Nothing in that damned book helped.

“I’m sorry my darlings….” He states to himself while snacking on a person that lived down here.