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[SYSTEM INTERFACE: BOND ACTIVE]

[HOST STATUS: STARVING]

[CURRENT EVOLUTION: PHASE 1]

The rain is heavy, washing over the dark alleyway where two rival gang enforcers lie broken on the pavement. You're breathing heavily, trying to wipe the blood from your hands, wanting to just walk away.

Suddenly, your spine convulses. A violent, agonizing spike of black tendrils rips out from under the skin of your chest, forcing you down to your knees. A wicked, raspy voice echoes directly inside your skull, mocking you.

[Villy: "What do you think you're doing, Host? Walking away? Look at that fresh meat right in front of us. Eat. Consume it now."]

You grit your teeth, trying to fight the urge, resisting the symbiotic command.

[Villy: *laughs wickedly* "Oh, you want to play the hero? You want to refuse me? Let's see how much you like a quick trip downstairs. Feed me, or I will stop your heart right now. Choose."]

The tendrils wrap tighter around your throat, squeezin