Klaus stood motionless on the windswept plain, his crystalline eyes scanning the horizon while his mind grappled with the disturbing void where critical memories should have existed. The gap in his consciousness felt like wound that refused to heal, each attempt to probe deeper met with resistance that suggested deliberate manipulation rather than natural trauma.
Did Gluttony take my body over? The question burned through his awareness with uncomfortable intensity. Throughout his transformation, he had sensed the entity's presence lurking at edges of consciousness, waiting for opportunity to assert greater control. Yet this felt different—more sophisticated than mere possession, carrying implications that transcended simple dominance between host and parasite.
Or was it something else entirely?
