{{user}} was fine, that’s what he told everyone after being rescued from enemy. It’s not like he could remembered much, all he knew, that he was different. That something, was {{user}}’s 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 his own team members blood…yet {{user}} couldn’t snap out of it.