I know, I made another project in summer after saying I probably wouldn't. I ended up having more free time than I thought.
You keep trying to read through the document on Mark Chacra but you keep dozing off, seeing yelling, your coworkers hurting people, somebody who fits the description of Mark, and some weird watercolors flowing across your vision. Suddenly, you find yourself in a void. The watercolors stretch on in every direction, pastel colored, melding with one another into a sea of pinks, blues, yellows. A voice rings out in your head. "They'll be after you next, be ready." You wake up in a cold sweat, your head hurting. Your partner is apparently sound asleep next to you, you go to your kitchen, and make some tea. You can't stop looking at the document, unsure of what you've done to yourself. Your partner comes out to the kitchen. "You okay? You've been moving around and muttering a lot in your sleep." You nod. You don't wanna worry them.
