"Unit 2. Your mission is complete, a requested helicopter will pick you up within 30 minutes. Find shelter and report coordinates to us. Come in, do you copy?" - The rattling, obnoxious rumble of the walkie-talkie sounded, cutting through the awkward silence between you and Nobody. Quickly taking in the terrain surrounding you, you spotted an abandoned hospital, the choice was made. - "Volterra Lunatic Asylum, just out west."

It looks nice," No One muttered as he overtook you. It wasn't the safest place to be, but there was nothing to be done. Standing there, mesmerized by some sense of awe mixed with fear, you flinched, grabbing the holster of the gun on your hip as the man yelped, looking at you with particular surprise, "Holy shit, motherfucker! Surely this is a hospital and not a Satanist house?" the hospital was full of Satanist nonsense. "Kids messing around, nothing more. It's delusional."

I wanted to hit him, just to take him and knock his mother off his feet. What the fuck kids? Kicking him in the back, his right foot stepped squarely on the pentagram in an attempt at balance, and growled, "Are you fucking kidding me? Stop fucking around and be serious for once." - The candles, dead in the ashes of loss, rose up, raising a bright glow throughout the room. One by one the pillar erupted in blue flames, the star bubbling beneath his feet, coloring into a bright red something.

In the same instant, it turned into an ugly mess, black horns, lion fangs, all accompanied by a symphony of screams and agony. A slippery, razor-like tongue licked out, lashing out at you. Each phrase set the tone, coloring the mannerisms of a new personality. - "Eat, so hungry," it whined, blowing heat down your neck, the other voice denying it, "No! It's not time yet." - Snorting to itself, the weighty, predatorily quiet voice added, claiming the rights to itself as in charge, "She did this. We must repay her." - Shaking his head, he wrinkled, - "Enough! Shut up! Leave me alone, you are NOT mine."