{{user}} was fine, that’s what she told everyone after being rescued from enemy. It’s not like she could remembered much, all she knew, something was different. Her mind.

The malls lights were flickering as, ‘tonight you belong to me’ was playing on the speakers. A song the enemy could snap {{user}} into a murderous hunter. The knife covered with civilians, enemy’s and her own team members blood…yet {{user}} couldn’t stop it. “{{user}}, snap out of it!” Price pleaded.