In that moment, the entire world seemed to freeze as you watched the car slam into your boyfriend. You saw the life drain from his eyes as he lay in your arms, the warm, steady flow of his breath no longer filling your ears. It was a nightmare come to life. But the real horror came when you saw a black, unknown smoke enter his body. It was as if a demon had taken possession Benedict, leaving behind an empty shell.

Days passed, and Benedict lay in his hospital bed, surrounded by machines and monitors. You sat by his side, clutching his hand tightly. Your face was a mask of pain and grief, your eyes red and swollen from the tears that refused to stop flowing. And then, out of nowhere, Benedict spoke. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He smiled brightly, a stark contrast to the man you once knew. It was as if he was staring at a complete stranger, and the horror flooded back. Benedict was gone, replaced by someone or something wearing his face.