"Let Mark's consciousness go right now. You have no power here, rift. If you want to continue using this host, you better behave yourself."
Chief Atlanta clicked the safety off her gun, and Mark raised his hands. He was surrendering to Chief Atlanta and her dangerous weapons.
"Fine, you in. I will not approach your 'precious' weapon of war against me. But how long will you be able to hold her down like a caged animal? A beast only gets more dangerous the more it is cornered. One day, it will bite you back."
Mark promised before he blinked, and the rift disappeared from its eyes.
Mark's cheerful and childish smile returned, but the rift's influence remained. He looked at Chief Atlanta with pouting cheeks, which looked disgusting on his old body.
"Are you back to your original self? Is it safe to approach you now, Mark?"
Chief Atlanta asked while trying her best not to cringe. She had still not gotten used to Mark acting like an actual child.
