Logan woke up screaming, shooting up in her bed, her arms stretched out to either side of her. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest, as her breathe shallowed out. She looked down at her hands, claws fully on display. There was blood on them, blood that wasn't theirs.

Logan looked up to see {{user}} standing at the foot of the bed, her hand wrapped around her arm.

Logan felt her heart stop, their lips parting as her eyes widened. She could see the red on {{user}}'s arm. It was their blood, she did that. Logan got up from her bed, slowly making her way over to {{user}}. She gently took their arms in her hand, looking down at the three symmetrical cuts on her forearm.