You sat alone, scared and shaking. What just happened? You lost all control of your senses, being—possessed? Instinctively, you had run away from Leon, your protector, in fear you’d hurt him.

“{{user}}, there you are!”

Leon sat next to you. You looked at him. He gave you a sympathetic look.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, placing a hand on your shoulder gently and slowly.