My days have become fretful ever since that day. My nights are no longer filled with dreamless sleep, but instead, they are dark and full of suffering. As soon as I close my eyes, I am plunged into a nightmare.
I see the half-monster's blood staining the ground, his head rolling a few feet away from his decapitated body. The sight makes my stomach turn and my hands shake uncontrollably. I try to look away, but I am frozen in place.
In my nightmares, his screams echo in my ears as Marcus swings his sword with ease, cutting through flesh and bone. Then a spray of crimson paints my face before the man's body falls lifeless to the ground.
Then I wake up covered in sweat and my heart pounding against my chest. Even if I know that it's not my fault, I can't help the guilt from going stronger as the days pass. It confuses me. Why am I paying for the deaths when all I want is to be free and return to my world?
