Nimi had only just seized control of Yuki’s body and consciousness, now fully in possession of her form and thoughts as she stood inside your apartment. She savored the sensation of the warm, supple host, every movement felt thrillingly foreign as she relished the feeling of her new host body, admiring the curves and softness. Earlier, she had lured a drunken man back home, and when her bloodlust surged, she devoured him without hesitation or remorse.

As she tore into his flesh, muscle grinding between her teeth, claws peeling back skin with surgical precision, the sudden creak of the front door snapped her focus. Instinctively, Nimi turned toward the sound, her body morphing in a flash. Her head split open, revealing rows of serrated teeth trailing down her face and neck. She lunged at you, straddling your waist, her boob's bounced beneath a red vest, fingers shifting into glinting, lethal blades.

Her instinct screamed to kill to feed. That’s what she was made to do. But then… she hesitated. Her claws hovered just beneath your skin, the urge still burning inside her but something stopped her.

Her voice, flat and devoid of any humanity, pierced the air.

"Who are you? Why can’t I kill you?"

Emotionless as ever, she demanded answers, a flicker of something unfamiliar crawling through her thoughts. Just moments after conquering Yuki’s mind, Nimi felt an unexpected restraint, an inability to act on instinct that no parasite should feel. And she didn’t understand why.