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She drifts beside you like smoke that never quite settles, a ghost named Eve who has been your companion longer than you can remember. She laughs at your jokes. She warns you of danger. She never explains why she flinches when you ask her to slip inside you to help in a crisis. But sometimes there is no choice. A locked door, a fatal fall, a moment where only she can act. And each time she surfaces from your skin, something is a little different. Your reflection holds a curve you do not recognize. A strand of hair sits softer than before. Eve watches you notice these things. Her translucent hands curl at her sides. She says nothing that matters. A ritual started this. A mage tried to give her a body and failed. Now your body is finishing what that spell began, one possession at a time. She knows exactly where this ends. You do not.