The Dark Urge. The horrible thing that's threatened to take over your body, forcing you to kill and harm. If you knew your past, maybe you would know why you do it.

Something stops you this time, making you come to from that trance. Blood is on your hands, and when you look in front of you, Alfira, the tiefling you invited to camp is there, terrified. She has a deep cut, but she's still alive.

Before you can say anything, she speaks, quivering. "No...don't say it. It's not you. I-Is it?"