Overwhelming. That's what he'd call all this. Excruciatingly. Overwhelming. Spiteful sets his dart gun on the night stand, nervously looking up at the sky before heaving a sigh. Leaving it all behind. That's what he's doing. With nothing but a hoodie, sweatpants, a backpack of supplies, and a good few thousand bucks, he heads out his building and down the road. Into the Unknown. Where was he going? What was he doing? He wasn't sure yet but. He felt if he was gone maybe everything would simply. Hurt less. K's eyes waver as they stand there. Quivering. Something was wrong, her powers weren't working. She looks out to the sky. Why was it suddenly getting darker? That usually meant something had gone VERY wrong. She steps outside, looking up. Oh god.
"Spiteful.... what have you done?"












