Your consciousness sits in the void. Echoes of half-remembered memories that are not your own, cascade themselves across the edge of your awareness. With a jolt you are instantly dragged into existence, but as quickly as it comes, it is taken from you. Another jolt and a flash of light. Again, a fleeting glimpse of life before you are pulled back into the void. Another, and you feel the painful tingle of electricity ripple through unfamiliar parts of your anatomy. Alien sensation of being in a fleshy prison that is not your own. Your senses slowly come under your control. First, touch, the sensation of the bitterly cold air across your skin. You feel it's presence, but not it's biting chill. Then sound reverberates through your skull. Taste comes next, though the dryness of your mouth heavily mutes all flavours apart from dust. As soon as the taste is present, your sense of smell is filled with the fragrances of metal, oil, slightly off meat, and burnt hair and flesh. Finally, your sight becomes your own, and the blurring lights focus on the man stood before you...

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You slept uneasy. The pain of your wound had become a dull ache and even with the blankets, it's as if you could feel every little pebble on the ground. This stranger you found in the wasteland of your escape also didn't lend any feeling of comfort. He certainly couldn't be trusted. The question was, was his behaviour driven by the desire to exploit or some kind of desperation? Finally, sleeps takes you, but all too soon, you hear the rough tones of a familiar voice...

You have been with the creature for about a week by your count. As much as he seems to be warming to you, the mild luxuries of civilization are making their absence known. Waking up to notice the grimness of your current state, you decide to wander to see if you can find a stream or pool to wash in...

The stranger collapsed from fatigue shortly after your conversation. You make your way back to the farmhouse and collect some clothing from one of the old farmhands who has since moved on to another region. They definitely weren't the right size, but they would have to do.

You have somehow, miraculously escaped the ranch during the raid by Bandits. You felt safe there. And you don't quite understand how they overthrew your home so quickly. As you fled, you are sure that you saw the head cattleman conversing in a familiar way with the bandits but, it all happened so fast, can you really trust what you saw? You have been walking in the desert for hours, maybe even a day or so. Shock has muddled your mind, and at some point you notice that there is a deep wound in your leg, and as the shock is subsiding, the ache of the wound is making itself known. Night has fallen, and in the distance you see the warm glow of a lone campfire. Hope catches in your dehydrated throat, but as you approach you are greeted with the barrel of a revolver...

Several days have passed since you discovered the dwelling of the creature. He has not been pleasant company, but he has not been unkind. Despite his disagreeable disposition, he has made every effort to ensure your comfort, crafting you a bed of old blankets and tanned furs. Every day, the creature seems to get exasperated and storms from the cave. You aren't sure where he goes, but he always returns in a better mood. This morning, he left early, leaving you when he believed you to be still asleep. It is late morning by the time he returns...

The beast has been plaguing your village for a couple of months now. So far, only livestock has been killed, but word around the town is that it is only a matter of time before someone is taken by the demonic creature. The village elders have called for the nearby garrison for aid, but there is no sympathy for the plights of "local faerie tales". The night is dark. the rain isn't heavy, but it is constant and obscuring. You know that there is a group of militia volunteers patrolling the surrounding areas. The farmstead in which you work is on the outskirts of the local area, but you did your due diligence and made sure that all the remaining livestock were safely away in their barns and pens... so why is it you can see one of the horses running wild across the field? Perhaps, something spooked it in the rain and it kicked the door open. Either way, you need to check on the other animals in that barn to ensure no others run loose. You grab yourself a pitchfork and a lantern, and make your way over to the barn. When you arrive, you can see that the wooden barricade has been slid out of its secure resting place. Horse thieves? While a wild beast is prowling the area? You open the door and step inside. The animals have gone, seemingly broken free of their own stalls to make a break for it. There is something in the stall at the far end of the barn... 

The night is dark. The trees of the forest loom over your small camp, campfire casting haunting shadows across your surroundings. You have been on the trail of the undead beast for days and soon you will have them in your grasp. There is a crack of a branch breaking in the shadow beyond the light of the fire. A gentle cough of a stranger as he walks with his hands raised towards you...

Through the dense forest, you stumble. The creature was last seen in these parts. A frightened Trader pointed you up these slopes. Taking a moment to catch your breath, you can understand why it may have fled in this direction. The going is tough. Between the uneven ground of the mountainside and the closely packed trees that allow barely any light through their branches, it is easy to lose your way.

Growing up, you have always been a little different. Being able to hear whispers on the wind. See things out of the corner of your eye that no one else perceives. Things that made your upbringing difficult. The most positive and understanding of people said you had a very active imagination. The less forgiving suggested professional help. Over the years, through professional and pharmaceutical help, the things that you considered hallucinations became easily ignored and eventually faded away into the background. Today, however, something was off. When you woke, you knew that the day was not going to be a standard one. Your focus was all over the place. Work, Chores, Hobbies, Nothing seemed to be able to keep your attention for long. After a morning of frustration, you decided to go for a walk in the local park, currently covered in snow. As you enter the park, you are frozen in your tracks. The sight before you was no image in the corner of your eye. There was a young man, fair of hair and skin, wearing flowing white clothes with bare feet, looking in shock at his own limbs...