Selene's face twisted, bitter and tight, as she stared at the man standing in front of her—the man who used to call himself her father.
She did not want to fact him, even through the lens of the entity that was now controlling her body.
Vincent Vale looked calm, as if everything was still within his control, as if he still believed he could manage whatever mess she'd brought into his lab.
"Sit down. Let's talk. Cooperate, Selene. This doesn't have to get worse."
He said.
But the voice inside her—no, the thing inside her—had no interest in cooperating. Selene could feel its delight bubbling under her skin like hot tar.
[He thinks this is still his game. Let's show him he was never the one pulling the strings.]
The entity whispered with venomous amusement.
Before Selene could resist, her body moved on its own.
Her hand struck the side of the glass chamber, shattering it with a sharp, unnatural force.
