~Some months into the second year…
Strange couldn't define how Reginald felt as he sat on his bed while staring at the only available window in the room.
During day time, the feeling would lessen but at night, it grew worse.
It started three days ago and presently, it was the fourth day. He would find himself sniffing the air so deeply because there was a particular scent he couldn't get out of his mind.
There were times he yearned to leave prison and follow the scent so badly, especially at night.
A groan of unease left his lips and he dug his fingers into his skin to stop himself from feeling restless. This time around, it wasn't blood he needed and he knew it.
"Is everything alright, Reginald? You've been restless since this week began." Jachin asked out of concern.
After that night when Reginald had drank Haruna's blood, he had told them what he was but didn't dive deep so they wouldn't get involved.
