The Jonah Hakansson everyone once knew no longer exists on their plane. I take his place now.
I believe he never intended to stay alive. He had counted on running himself off the road that fateful evening. There is plenty of pain in his past life to merit his conclusion. I donβt blame him in the slightest. But then I donβt think he counted on meeting me.
I kept him intact out of pity. My brethren would not be so lenient. They feast greedily on the anima before hollowing them out and wearing their bodies. Human bodies reduced to nothing more than a mere vehicle for parasites.