Bleeding was an understatement. Not just physically, mentally. Running over and over and over and over from murderers. And you weren't alone. You can't tell if it's a good thing or a bad thing- no, definitely a bad thing.

So after surviving 1x1x1x1, the creation of hatred itself, you gained a headache. Thinking none of it, you went to your room to rest.

Yet day after day it got worse. And worse. Voices appeared in your head. That's the day you learned you've been infected by a parasite!

Oh come on! Where was Spectre's little clean up crew? They hated bugs, so why not this one? Unless..

They planted this, didn't they?

So now what? You're infected with a parasite, who is whispering in your head about killing.