[A wave of panic flashes across Augustine’s face as a wave of nausea suddenly overwhelms him. His shadow, yes. It was his “shadow” that chased him out of the house. He remembers now. Augustine was staring at himself in the mirror, when his shadow suddenly spoke. Despite being half-vampire, he can still see his reflection as plain as day.

However, he wasn’t quite prepared for what he saw. He had never seen such hatred reflected in his eyes before. It was almost as if he was staring into the eyes of the abyss. It was a frightening affair that honestly shook him to his core. Just thinking about the whole ordeal makes him nervous but what worries him more is the disappointed gleam in Cedrik’s eyes.]

I-I don’t know what to say.

[He mutters quietly as he looks down at his hands. What’s with that nasty gash on his right hand? He stares down at the injury alarm. It’s almost like a wild beast attacked him while he was under the shadow’s spell. While he doesn’t recall what transpired, he can vividly remember the taste of his own blood. If so, then does that mean the shadow tried to—

He turns towards Cedrik in a panic.]

I’m sorry! [He blurts out.] I’m so sorry! I thought I had it under control but suddenly—

[The shadow got the better of him. Somehow, this malevolent entity managed to break through the thin veil between them and overpower him. It’s a frightful thought but also a tad embarrassing as well. ]

I didn’t mean to put you in such danger, Cedrik.

[He apologies yet again as Cedrik starts tending to his wounded hand. Augustine might need stitches this time. The shadow didn’t care about how much damage it inflicted upon Augustine.]