### Chapter 5: The Bloody Awakening
Frothy was sitting in his apartment, trying to process recent events. His mind was a storm of conflicting emotions and thoughts. He felt like something dark was growing inside him, something he couldn't control. Suddenly everything went black again.
When Frothy came to, he was in a nightmare scenario. The room, which appeared to be a luxurious living room, was covered in blood. Bodies of men and women were scattered across the floor, all brutally killed. He tried to breathe, but the air felt heavy, filled with fear and death.
Frothy looked around, trying to understand what had happened. He recognized some of the faces—they were members of a well-known mafia family that dominated the city. The head of the family, a burly man with a scar across his face, was slumped next to a marble table, his glassy eyes fixed on the ceiling.
He felt a chill run down his spine. There was no doubt that he was responsible for that massacre. The stab and gunshot marks were unmistakable, and the knife in his hand was covered in blood. Frothy dropped the knife and took a few steps back, tripping over a body and almost falling.
His mind was in a complete frenzy. How could he have done something like that? The violence and skill he had demonstrated during the blackout was frightening. He knew he had to get out of there before someone arrived and found him at the crime scene.
With a Herculean effort, Frothy managed to pull himself together and left the mob house, heading back through the dark streets of the city. His heart was beating fast, and he felt the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. When he finally arrived at his apartment, he fell to his knees, exhausted and distraught.
He knew something was terribly wrong with him. These blackouts were becoming more frequent and more violent. Frothy needed to figure out what was happening to himself before he completely lost control.
But for now, all he could do was sit in the dark, trying to calm his breathing and wipe the blood from his hands. The night was far from over, and he knew that the ghosts of those he had killed would haunt him in his dreams.
### End of Chapter 5
Frothy was on the brink, fighting an inner darkness that threatened to consume him. He knew that to protect the innocent and himself, he would need answers—and fast. The journey to discover the truth about his blackouts and the violence they brought was just beginning.