~ Mike’s PoV
The mark of the wendigo started to sting by the time I got home, I started to feel the pain that came with it, I needed to go check the mirror to see how bad the scratch on my face is.
What was I even thinking about to have let it scratch me like this, if only I could go back to kill it all over again, well, whoever sent them is next on my list of people to kill and I’ll make he or she dies a slow death for what has happened to my face.
I got to the door and perceived her, she is in the living room, oh my, what am I to do, should I allow her see me this way, or should I bolt, but for her to be in the living room most probably meant that she wanted to see me, it would be wrong for me to avoid her now, that is part of what she corrects me on, to be considerate.
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