Waking in a new body

You awaken with a start, your breath ragged and heart pounding like a war drum in your chest. The world around you feels strange. You can tell you’re no longer in Adam’s body but at the same time you have no idea whose body you could possibly be inhabiting now.

Your limbs begin to twitch involuntarily, trembling as if still caught in the aftershocks of a storm. Just then fragments of the memory flash through your mind—Lilith’s cruel smile, the searing pain of her claws tearing into your chest, the suffocating darkness that swallowed you whole.

Your hands shake uncontrollably as panic claws its way up your throat, threatening to **** you.

You try to steady your breathing, but the memories come in waves—each one sharper, more vivid than the last. Your pulse races, sweat beads on your forehead, and the room spins just slightly out of focus. You’re trapped in a body that’s not yours, haunted by the ghost of a life violently ended.

The weight of it presses down on you, a suffocating reminder that you are ****, exposed. The garden, Lilith’s laughter, the blood—none of it feels real, yet none of it will let you go. You close your eyes, willing yourself to calm down, to remember who you are and why you’re here.

You calm down gather my senses, catch sight of your reflection in a nearby pool of water. Your hair is long—thick, flowing strands that brush past my shoulders—and your muscles ripple beneath my skin, far larger and more defined.

Your eyes catch a nearby stone tablet covered in strange symbols. You grab it instinctively, but a loud crack rings out. You've broken off a piece without effort.

Your shocked by the sight. This strength isn’t human. Though your no Bible expert, the long hair, power, and tablet all point to one name: Samson.

Your in Samson’s body now.