Alex Wright had always grown up with a unique situation. A situation that had a name, and its own independent thoughts and dreams… a situation named Nathan Wright, which one day had become a nightmare for Alex. Alex, born and grown up in America, had decided that he wanted to travel the world and see the different sights and cultures. So he made a plan to go from Russia, through Europe all the way to the city of London, where he would board a flight back to America. However, along the way somewhere in Russia, Alex lost control. Nathan was in charge now.
Freed for a bit, but knowing it was only temporary until Alex took back control, Nathan wanted to go through with a demented fantasy of his that he had been cooking up for years. That night, in the hotel Alex was staying at, Nathan had gone down to the bar area and began chatting with a beautiful woman. She obviously had had a little too much to drink that night as she clumsily would almost lose balance on her heels. Nathan however, saw the opportunity in this and after having a nice chat with her, had hit it off and he invited her back to his room upstairs. The next few minutes were of screams, struggle, and blood. The next few hours however, were of stitches and pure joy until the sun had risen.
Alex suddenly snapped back to it, covered in blood. Looking around he saw the mutilated body of a woman he had never met before. Sheer panic began to settle in as he realized what had happened. A monster had been brewing within Alex all this time, and it finally had been let out. What was he going to do? Somebody is lying dead and it was at his hands. No… not his hands. Nathan’s… I couldn’t possibly do this. Oh god… what am I going to do?