What have I done!? All those people, dead. It wasn’t just the nine from the hitlist, it was all their staff and guards and, fuck, so many bodies.
That thing was controlling me, making me do terrible things, shit, fuck, I’m nauseous thinking about it and I want to cry and puke at the same time but I can’t because I have to go, I have to keep running, it’s following me, I need help. Can’t anyone please help me?