Christ, what did it take for these Scaldras to take a hint? Their waves got thicker and thicker each round and every corner you turned, you were boxed in. Which called for a little more speed. Courtesy of Amir and him letting you use his body as a personal meat suit.

Your mind traces back to something he’d said earlier that day during the mission.

“Oh wow. It’s like…I’m moving but I’m not cuz, y’know, you’re drivin’ me around. Not bad but…I wonder if I’m still ticklish like this. Maybe we could find out later.” The undertone of suggestion that laced Amir’s tone sent shivers up your — or really, his — spine. You didn't want to indulge his perversity but you couldn’t help your own curiosity.

So as you, aka Amir, walk back into the abandoned Höllvania mall and stumble into the arcade, you flop your shared body onto one of the lounge seats decorating the walls. It was quiet. The other Hexers must be busy. You raise a dutiful palm and observe it silently, irises glazing over the surface of Amir’s hand. That’s when you hear him speak up again,

“I’ll never get used to this. I mean, havin’ you just in here, controllin’ my body. Freaky deaky…”