Greg found himself drowning in a deep yet shallow sea of confusion. He couldn't feel himself; it was as though countless invisible hands were clawing at him, dragging him deeper into an abyss he couldn't escape. His willpower was crumbling, his consciousness slipping away like sand through a broken hourglass, while a foreign will slithered into his mind, eroding what remained of his identity.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Massacre them! Destroy them!"
The disembodied voices howled within his skull, an endless, maddening chant. Greg felt the urge to surrender, to drown himself in the violent whispers that beckoned him.
