"Good job, Leo!"
Leo's mind churned with a strange and unsettling mix of emotions, causing his heart to race and his muscles to tense. He felt a sudden surge of aggression and an eerie desire to fight, as if his very being had been hijacked by an unknown force. As he heard somebody call out his name, a disturbing image flashed through his mind: he saw himself using his razor-sharp bone blades, slicing the person in half with a sickeningly effortless motion.
Leo's head snapped to the side, his eyes scanning the faces of the players in the crowd, trying to identify the owner of the voice. His breathing became shallow and ragged, and his heart pounded in his chest as if trying to break free.
