You think that you have control of your own mind. That everything you think comes from within you. You are wrong. The more you read of this prologue, the easier it will be for me to sway your decisions. I tell you what is right or wrong, whether or not it is okay to say or do something.
Are you really the one controlling your own blinking? What about your breathing?
Did you make the decision to use the restroom on your own?
Whose telling you how to walk?
Are you even hungry?
How are you reading this right now?
Decide who you think that inner voice inside your head is, and the forget all about it, because...
I am your inner voice, I am Ueras, and I control you.
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Nia Wynwood, Brooke Semester, and Zelote Marcus.
"Zel there's no possible way to fight him! There's nothing we can do!" Nia shrieked, her voice echoing off the walls of the empty building.
"Don't yell at him Nia, he's just trying to help." Brooke mumbled from his spot by the fire. Nia turned around to glare at him.
"Well it doesn't help at all." Nia grumbled, going to pace back and forth in front of the large window.
For a while it was silent, none of the three saying a word, because Urea's was in the back of their minds talking for them.
"Holy shit, I have an idea!" Zelote whispered in excitement, but then he thought "Can you trust it?"
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