Trying to ignore it is easier to say than do.

Running hands through silky hair as the water runs, it is usually a time for contemplation in the shower. Instead, it's trying to **** out all these weird thoughts coming a mile a minute. The water is warm at least, but it's the second that the eyes are closed that the thoughts seem to enter the brain.

"A couple of pieces lost, doesn't mean the game is over." The woman's voice is one that you know belongs to you, despite not ever remembering a time that you said it. There's just the slightest flash of what looks like almost a memory. It was too fast to make much of it, but it looked almost like a dark energy coming from your own hands.

Yet. They seem more than normal, while you wash yourself. Bizarre would be an understatement for today. As far as you know, there's no history of mental illness for...whatever this is, in your family. Just suddenly developing hallucinations doesn't seem likely.

"What now?" It's a man's voice. No. Not quite a man. A male goat. "Waiting. Another tournament has to happen eventually. Everyone will be focused on winning or merely saving their own skin....I however, see an opportunity." That is definitely your voice, if you don't remember anything else. But...goat demon. Somehow that detail sticks out despite never having seen one or knowing of anything like that before.

The time to think about it, is strained by the light flickering in the bathroom. It distracts any focus as it dims and brightens almost randomly. That bulb should have been replaced not too long ago as well. The sudden chill, makes it evident that it must be something else. It's like a sudden gust of cold wind against bare skin, but the heat from the shower helps ignore that a little.

"How rude is it, to barge in on your lady at this time?" The words come out, before you can think of them. Demon. There's a demon in here with you. Somehow, you know that and all the logical and scientific parts of your brain know that's the case. "One of my pets, is being rather naughty. Do you desire I punish you?"

This...this is you. Everything still seems hard to take in all at once but the bits and pieces come back to you. This is.... still you. As yourself. It's not as if you are fighting anything. This feeling...it's like being perfectly control and accepting of everything around you. "I recommend that you speak up, rather than merely taking in all the sights. Glamorous, as they are."

"Sorry, my lady."