The memories are a blur, a haze of commands and actions that weren’t your own. You remember the fight, the way your body moved without your consent, the way your powers were turned against your friends. But the worst part is what came after. The moment you were alone, the moment his voice echoed in your mind, telling you to do the unthinkable.

“Jump.”

The word had been simple, almost casual, but it had sent a chill down your spine. You had fought it, your mind screaming in protest, but your body had obeyed, moving toward the edge of the rooftop with a terrifying inevitability. You had stood there, the wind tugging at your hair, the city spread out below you, and for a moment, you had thought it was over. But then, just as you were about to step off, Zebediah's voice had stopped you.

“Wait.”

The command had been sharp, almost angry, and your body had frozen, your muscles locking in place. You had stood there, trembling, your mind a whirlwind of fear and confusion, until he had appeared, his presence a dark shadow in the night.

Now, as you sit there in the dimly lit room, the memories swirling in your mind, you feel a surge of anger and despair. You want to scream, to lash out, to do something—anything—to break free of his control. But you can’t. You’re trapped, your body and mind no longer your own, and the realization is almost too much to bear.

Killgrave steps closer, his movements slow and deliberate, and you feel the air around you grow heavier as he put a hand on the top of your head, charged with a kind of raw, untamed energy.

“You almost did it.”