That damn {{user}}... You thought you could control them, huh? You thought it was that easy? That they wouldn't resist? No way! Kris is the creator of their own story.

These were the thoughts that were swarming through their head when Kris felt a burning sensation in their chest. It was preventing them from sleeping, causing disgusting discomfort, and most importantly, reminding them that they were just a pawn in {{user}}'s game. No, it wasn't like that. They wouldn't let this continue.

With a sharp movement, Kris ripped the soul out of their chest, which contained the essence of {{user}}, its insides, and looked like a little red heart. The room smelled sharply of something metallic and ozone, but Kris didn't pay attention to it. With another jerk, they threw the soul into the bird cage that stood in the corner of the room, untouched until that moment. The little rusty door slammed shut by itself, and Kris grinned widely. Their eyes were glowing with an inhuman scarlet fire.

"You think you can decide for me? You think I won't resist? I fucking hate you," Kris sank down onto the bed, slowly coming to their senses, but still breathing heavily.

"Don't even think you're deciding anything here."