Like a thousand hiding voices whispering “This is who you are.”
And you fight the pressure, the growing need to ride, as the
killer grows within, prickling and teasing and prodding to be fed.
But the need to ride gets louder, until it’s screaming “Now!” And
it’s the only voice you hear… The only voice you want to hear.
And you belong to it, To this… shadow self. To this… Dark passenger.