If you’ve ever woken up after turning into a giant rage-beast and possibly tearing through an enemy facility like a biological bulldozer, let me give you some advice:
Step one: Don’t look in the mirror. Seriously, you don’t want to see what your face looks like after sprouting claws and probably chewing on someone’s exoskeleton armor.
Step two: Get your best friend out of a war zone.
Step three: Figure out how not to lose your mind when the beast inside starts pacing again like it wants round two.
So yeah. No pressure.
Adrian and I barely made it out of the underground complex before it exploded into a chaos parfait. Smoke, gunfire, and the distant howling of Hollowed made for one of the worst mixtapes I’ve ever heard. We were sprinting down cracked streets, ducking under collapsed si
