Guilt
Mason had been locked up in his room for weeks, not wanting to show his face in public. He felt guilty for making Dominic that ring. He knew Dom was evil, but he didn’t realize how evil till now. He sometimes wished he had asked the demon what his intention was in making the ring, but that contradicted his values as a craftsman that sold his product. Mason never asked his customers why they needed something made, and this was the first time where he thought about asking. He could’ve prevented this from happening.
He laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling and reciting the periodic table. He didn’t even notice when someone knocked on his door.
Aoife hadn't been feeling the best since Dominic took over. Things just felt strange around campus, and she almost felt sick thinking about some of the things she'd heard. But life - or, er... unlife - went on.
The bean sidhe wandered the halls, searching for someone specific; after all, it really had been a while since she'd spoken to him. Finding his dorm wasn't hard. Aoife knocked on the door, but didn't get a response. She didn't just want to barge in. That would be rude.
"Mason?" she called through the door. "Are you in there? It's me, Aoife."













