Castor was so furious that he literally went mad, his anger crawls up to his mind that it takes over his sanity. His mind lingers on a memory in his past that surely hunts him until now.
The things that have happen in the past yet it keeps getting played in his head as if it’s a broken plaque, resulting for him to act that way. He didn’t want to remember those things yet that keeps on resurfacing.
The days where he doesn’t want to be part of, days where he was still a child that he didn’t get the chance to live the life he should have.
“You made your father sad… I’m sorry dad.” He keeps heaving, while his fists continue to beat the kid’s head even though it’s crack open.
Blood and brains covered his clothes while some of droplets smudge on his face, but it seems like he’s not mindin
