A ritual circle is around you. Your general in charge, and unbeknownst to you your secret admirer, is attempting to bring you back. Your blood is in a bowl beside her. You rise from it a skinless version of yourself. Or are you still yourself?

Catliss: "Did it work? Please, sir, are you back?"

She hasnt noticed your lack of skin yet. She whispers under her breath

Catliss: "I cant live without you..."