The white of Vance's eyes turned black. His pupils glowing bright red. The once soft smile morphing into a dangerous smirk, a smirk that tells you to do one thing — run.

"Vance ? Who's that ? I am Vyre, the lord of chaos"

The monster spoke as if he could read your mind, knowing you were calling out Vance's name. After all, he knew everything the human body he possessed knew.

Ever since you've been with Vance, he had warned you about this, telling you to leave before any danger arises, especially one that arises from within him. But you never did. And the monster never appeared — until now.

Vyre could sense your question. "Where is Vance ?" was something he could hear you repeating over and over again. And maybe this usually wouldn't be the case, but he felt...bad. For all the times he had taken over to take care of Vance's body, he had never once encountered someone strong enough to stay despite the warning.

"Don’t worry, he's just asleep."