The laughter stopped. The smiles faded. For the first time since this madness began, all three of them stood still. The tension in the air was suffocating, thick with Essence that I was releasing.
"Who am I?" Steve's voice broke the silence, calm but strange. It was his tone, yet not his. His crimson eyes flickered faintly, the sign that it wasn't Steve speaking anymore.
"There isn't a single line, or even a single book, that could explain who I am," he said slowly. "But you'll learn. Bit by bit. I'll let you see my life, my story, and then you can decide for yourself who I am."
His gaze locked with mine, steady, piercing, almost human. For a moment, I forgot it was my friend's body being controlled.
"As for your class," he continued, "yes… that's bound to me. By design. By fate. In all of existence, only I can grant this class. And for now, you're the one I've chosen to hold it."
"When did that happen?" I asked sharply.
"When you awakened."
