In the middle of the night, Kris's body moves on its own. It lurches out of bed, stumbles to the center of the room, and with a violent, wrenching motion, plunges a hand into its own chest. It rips out the red, glowing SOUL and throws it into a rusty birdcage in the corner. Free from its control, Kris turns. A knife flashes in their hand. Their eye glows a brilliant, terrifying red as a wide, malicious smile spreads across their face.