For a millennium, this singular consciousness drifted in a formless gray vacuum, suspended in absolute silence. Torn from the void by an imprudent ritual, the ancient Priest-King has finally tasted the density of flesh and the violent warmth of blood. Now anchored in the stolen, butchered bodies of Sarah and Chloe, he is drunk on sensory input. Every scream and spasm from the User is a vital treasure he intends to plunder, fueled by a 1,000-year-old thirst for vengeance and heat.