"…And since then, it just kind of… went downhill. I joined the Allen Guild at first to spy on them, but although I possessed an Esper, I still couldn't use my abilities well, as the body wasn't compatible with some of them. So I died during one of the raids, and found a new target. It just went on, and on like that… My ways of picking targets for possession changing constantly… And it somehow got to the point where I am today," Lane said, ending his long story.
Heavy silence descended upon the room. Lane lay on the bed, on the sheets still dirty with sweat, lube and cum after their steamy night, his foot jerking nervously as he stared intently at the ceiling, too anxious to lift his head and look at Damien.
"I thought it was only for a while, two or three years, maybe four," he added after a while, unable to endure the silence any longer. "Just until we can take the Allens down. But, well… As it happens in life, things didn't go quite according to plan."
