Recoil

Daemon vomited. As soon as the system vanished, his mind recalled all of the murder that he’s done with his own hands. How he left Grant bleeding to death on the rooftop with an open wound behind his head. How he continuously struck Gerald with an iron crane until he stopped moving – all while hearing the agonizing cries of this man that desperately tried to fight back and, later on, to escape.

Then there’s the death of his old friend, Haze. One which brought more pain compared to the first two that’s mentioned. All of these rushed to his head and spread to his being.

Daemon ran towards the bathroom and began to take out everything he ate from the same entry point that is his mouth. As this happened, he felt all of the strength in his body seemingly getting taken away. With his fingers trembling so badly that he couldn’t hold on to the sink any longer.

As soon as his grip slipped, his legs gave up next. This alone can’t support the weight of his body as they weakened the same way tha
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