Dark Captor (Dark Syndicate 2)

I see it straightway, but he doesn’t notice until it starts to drip.

“Fuck. Must be the heat.” He chuckles but he looks thrown as he grabs a tissue from his back pocket and starts dabbing at his nose.

He stands quickly and I do too ready to talk to him. Nosebleeds are a sign that things aren’t okay.

“Dominic, you okay?” I ask.

“Of course. Just a nosebleed.” He tries to brush it off.

“Is it?” I counter.

“Yeah. It’s a fucking nosebleed Tristan, relax. Worry about the girl. I’m good.” He gives me a pat on my back and walks away.

I watch him go, but I know he’s not okay. And I think I know what’s wrong with him.

I think he’s using.

I think he’s on drugs.