text: It probably was just the wind, no need to be paranoid. You hop in bed and close your eyes.
  
  
  “Cat---”
  
  
  Your head is struck making you collapse.
  
  
  “They may have taken my job, but they didn’t take my sword.”
  
  
  “Lars?” You ask through blurred vision.
  
  
  “Why yes, it’s me, demon! You really think I believed you survived on pure luck?"
  
  
  He looks completely unhinged. You try to say something but just start coughing blood. It comes out in chunks resembling mashed berries.
  
  
  “You really thought you could get away with it, didn’t you? HAHAHAHA! I know you’ve been possessed by a demon; how else could you survive the frigid cold?”
  
  
  Clumps of blood continue flying out of your mouth as you fail to speak. Lars crotches down next to you and strokes your face.
  
  
  “It’s ok, calm down. Like I told you before, or at least the non-possessed you, the city could use some heating up.”
  
  
  Where is this going?
  
  
  “I want to make a deal with you! Kill the Captain and I’ll let you live. Hell, I’ll even give you something in exchange. Perhaps a part of my soul? If there’s anything left in there.”
  > You shake your head
  That’s the last thing you do before passing out.
  
  
  And the last thing you’ll ever do as Lars makes no attempt at reliving you.
  
  
  End...