Kara was in the library, continuing to clean up the sorry ******** mess that had been left behind by the hurricane and other negligence, when a series of texts came in, an increasingly bizarre series of texts --

and reality broke around her, quite suddenly. She remembered. It remembered. It was not a human hunter called Kara, but a horseman of Famine, and its name was Qarah. It had been put here, inside this simulation, this game, without its knowledge or consent, thrown into the outrage of being made, however temporarily, into a human. Worse, a hunter. The presence in her -- in its mind was still there, and it snarled in frustrated rage.

What are you?!

I am your weapon, Delly reported cheerfully.

No you're damned well not! I don't have a weapon! You don't exist!

I am your w e a p o n, Delly repeated, her bright and happy voice stretching slowly into something distorted and drawling and wrong. Qarah shuddered and pulled the earring roughly away from its ear, flinging the thing away from it into the muddy mess on the floor. They lifted their foot to step on it.

I aaaa aaaa mm m you r wwwe appoo nnnnnn, said the thing that was in Qarah's head. Qarah backed up several steps, baring its teeth, and turned away. It was stuck in this disgusting fleshy human frame, and it didn't know how to get out. But at least it knew, now. Perhaps it would discover how to escape.

It was not above tearing down books from the shelves in this false library as it went. It left behind it a trail of torn pages and trampled footprints, destruction that it would have considered a waste had it been aimed at real volumes, but that it found cathartic in this simulation.