When did it all begin? Was it when he woke up in the middle of the night to a searing sensation all over his body? Was it when the extra presence that invaded him breached the sanctity of his mind so easily as one would open a book? Or was it when his gentle hands on his girlfriend's face caused boils to suddenly burst forth, leaving him stunned as she writhed in a pool of pus and blood, her cries silenced as she finally succumbed to whatever maladies that assailed her? Or was it...

[i]Or it could be just you.[/i]
Jorn glanced at the myriad of slivers of his face looking back at him from the floor where he threw the mirror. His lips curled into a bestial snarl as he shouted at the shattered shards, "This is all your fault! Get out of me! GET OUT!" Grabbing a nearby vase, he flung it at the mirror scraps which burst into an explosion of delicate china, pieces of which found themselves lodged into his already ruined flesh, vestiges of his attempts of suicide and self mutilation."Argh, damn it! Damn it!" His body heaved with the strain of blood loss and mental fatigue and he cupped his bloodied hands to his face as fresh lines of tears snaked through his eyes, stinging his open wounds. 

[i]Had enough already?[/i]
He growled, his anger welling up within him again when a shrill chirp cut through the otherwise silent room and he stopped in his tracks. The sound repeated itself again and it took him awhile to recognize the sound of his cellphone ringing. A dozen emotions flooded him at once when he saw the caller and he refrained from answering. He waited until the ringing stopped before picking up the phone. His finger shaking in trepidation and pain, he lightly tapped the phone's screen. [b]"Jorn, she's okay! She's going to make it. The doctors said they still don't understand how she could've been infected with half a dozen diseases in such a short period of time but they've managed to stabilize her and she's going to be okay!"[/b] Relief flooded him and he sank into the floor weeping. [b]"Jorn, are you okay? There were many people that were caught in the outbreak at that time. Please, call us back. It's not your fault, no one would've known a disease outbreak would happen there, please be safe and call us back."[/b]
[i]Ooh, but it is your fault, wasn't it? Your girlfriend, those poor people who tried to help, those people you carelessly touched, all...[/i]*thump* 

His fist smacked into his head with sufficient force to blur his sight and rattle his brains. Gratefully, it stopped the presence temporarily. But Jorn knew the presence was right, he is a danger to everyone. The people he touched...they were all tainted by him. And those who were tainted would suffer dearly, as his girlfriend did. Some didn't show any immediate signs, others had a volatile and instant reaction to his touch. He could hazard a guess that his taint affects everything he touched, which would explain why his landlord vomited after touching the doorknob. Try as he may, he could never get it off him, despite scrubbing himself raw and soaking in a bathtub of Dettol. Even access to his university's lab didn't yield any results as to the cause of his problems. As it wasn't serious at first, just the minor rash, stomach cramp or some small inconvenience so he ignored it. Now, people were being hospitalized, people close to him, people that he cared, people that he loved. Jorn Wolff would have none of that. 

Getting up shakily to his feet, he reached for the bloodied bowie knife and prepared to cut himself once more, deeper, and end his existence. His phone flared to life again with another shrill chirp and Jorn stopped. Begrudgingly, he swiped on his phone and read the email he just received. Given any other normal circumstances, he would have considered the email to be a mere prank or some sort of cultist spam mail, but his circumstance was anything but normal. Eyeing the contents with mounting interest, he looked at the bowie knife in his hand, sighed and dropped it to the floor. There was nothing left for him anymore, no more normal life to return to. "Looks like I have to move on in life again."
[i]Looks like we finally agree on something.[/i]

After what seemed like an eternity of driving later, he arrived at the designated location, his extremities covered in sanitized bandages. Donning a brown hoodie over his black shirt, he let the hoodie cover his face as adjusted his bowie knife hidden in a strap behind his back and heaved his small backpack onto his shoulders. Looking around and taking note of points of interest, he sighed. Whoever it was that sent him that email was certainly loaded. Either that or the person was going a long way to pull off a very bad joke on him. "The point of no return, eh?", he said to himself before he trudged up to the front doors, nodding to the lady at the doorway and accepting the notebook with a whisper of thanks whilst trying to avoid touching anyone or anything.