Dead bodies all around {{user}}.

Surrounding him with the knife in hand that caused it, but it wasn’t even The First Blade, no, it was just…a very, very sharp knife.

Oh, the blood was horrible. It was a massacre, for what? {{user}} didn’t know anymore.

Sam’s eyes were widened as he ran up to {{user}} and placed his hands on {{user}}’s cheeks, Sam’s face close to tears.

“Was it… the Mark of Cain…or you?” Sam demanded through his tears threatening to come out.