I staggered to a corner, clutching the wall with one hand for support as I vomited. The bile burned my throat, and the acid smell mixed with the cold air around me. I couldn't believe those thoughts were mine – those actions were mine. The things I'd done were unforgivable, and yet, a part of me still craved more destruction, urging me to go on a rampage and raze this city to the ground. This skill was corrupting me, gnawing away at my humanity.
Wiping my trembling hand across my lips, I tried to steady my breath. I leaned the back of my head against the wall, staring at the ceiling, haunted by the chaos I had unleashed upon the city. My heart pounded against my ribcage, each beat a reminder of the monster I was becoming.
"No, no, no," I muttered, the words tumbling out in a desperate plea. "That wasn't me. No. Shit."