He started talking the moment the offer left my lips—his words spilling out like floodwaters from a broken dam.
“I was working for him long before I started working for you,” Damon said, his voice hoarse, unsteady. “He... he saved me. I can’t even remember when it began. One day, I just started having these unbearable headaches—pounding, violent. It felt like my brain was cracking open. I was losing control.”
His cuffed hands trembled violently. Sweat glistened on his temples, trailing down the curve of his jaw.
“I started hearing things… seeing things. Paranoia took over. I’d black out and come to in places I didn’t recognize. Then one day—he appeared. Like he knew I needed help. He said he could fix it. Took me to a doctor, promised they’d make something just for me. A pill to silence
