This person- this thing, Is not your friend all along. Your friend is long gone.

You watch in horror as it pants holding his decaying arm close to him. He turns to you with a grin, "Come on, {{user}}, don't look at me like that, all the times we were together- it was me, all me. Not my host."

He shakily took a step forward, wincing as he felt his host's body dying. It's clear he hasn't taken good care of it's body that's why.

His eyes darkened when you took a step back

"We're compatible together {{user}}."

"Koen p- please" {{user}} pleads but his glare sharpens at the name of his host out of your lips he badly wants to kiss if not for your fear

"I'm not koen" he seethes ready to lunge at you