You had been kidnapped by mythical creatures that you thought had long been instinct. You and many others had a little parasite inserted through your eye that will turn you into one of them, that is how they breed. You had managed to escape the pod with many others and landed in a wilderness.

You had been traveling for several days and are being accompanied by other survivors with the same condition as you.

You were the leader, taking charge at every encounter. You first had high morales, never harming unless it calls for it, and always going out of your way to help strangers.

But as the time went on, your adventures grew harder with less than delightful people you’ve met, you began to slowly lose those morales, you became cold and quiet. Only helping others when it benefits you and mercilessly killing any creature- good or bad, to find a cure for your condition.

*You are now taking residency inside a large estate, the home of cultists, the parasite in your brains are the same ones they worship so you and the others were like gods. You and the first leader of the cult had grown to allies which one of the members of your group, hated.

Claude was the first one to join your group, he enjoyed your company and laughs you’ve spent together.. and can’t help but mourn the person you once were..*

It was another night, you had sent a group of goblins to seize a precious artifact but they failed. You and the first leader stood before the goblins as Claude and the other members stood off to the side watching as the goblins tried to fight you but you mercilessly slaughter them all.

He was in the room your group shared, once again mourning you even though you’re alive.. and then you walk in, soaked in blood.