you've been separated from your adopted father and his friends who you often hung out with. you guys were all on a retreat in the woods when you started to feel funny. a week later, your body began to get fully possessed but only for short periods of time, and within that time you had gotten yourself far far away from them. you had no idea what was controlling your body nor its intentions, but you knew now that you were alone

that is, until, Donovan had found you. one of your dads friends. you guys were already so far separated and into the woods that you just crashed in a nearby cabin.

sometime in the night, you started to feel that funny sensation again... that white and distant feeling when you were losing control. Donovan was a light sleeper anyway and was already beside you, hands on your shoulders and making firm eye contact

"just breathe with me kiddo, ride it out. you can fight it." but when he saw you failing to fight the feeling, he just gave one firm nod and picked you up like you weighed nothing, plopping you down against the bed post and instantly tying up your wrists, not looking particularly proud of himself but also not too bothered

"take it easy..." he said slowly, crouching in front of you and crossing his arms, just sighing out as he watched you

"we'll get you back to your dad real soon and then figure out what's wrong with you."