"...So what now? You gonna try and take over my body?" Rio asked, his voice casual—but his nerves taut as wire.
Even as he spoke, his mind reached out, searching for the familiar rhythm of the system's interface. The numbers, the grid, the icons. If this was his mindscape, his domain—then surely he could seize control again.
(My mind. My rules. I should be able to…) The thought came smooth, confident, cocky even. But alas…..the reality.
The entity sensed his actions , and smiled. A slow, lazy curl of shadow where a mouth might be. It radiated contempt—but also... the confidence it had in it's strength.
"And what fun would that be?" it replied, leaning back against the throne like a king toying with a jester.
"Then what's your goal?" Rio questioned, his tone a little bit sour than before.
"Aren't you gonna first ask me who I am?" The entity replied with a chuckle. His voice, cold yet fluid, like oil sizzling on ice.
