What are you doing to me? I can feel myself melting at your feet like ice swallowing the heat of the sun. You're standing there, standing like a statue, but when I fall, you suddenly catch me. I'm falling apart, my walls are crashing down, my resistance exploding, my original-self fading away. And I can't stop. I'm ruined by your antics. I'm a bad girl now. I now play your games and lose. But I love the rush it gives me. I'm playing your games with the intention to win, and then I lose them over and over again. But why should I stop? You fed me lies, and I found the truth, and despite your horrible plan, I'm still following you. I'm your game. You are my game. And I intend to win. I want to play. I need more, so give me more. Let me play, Alpha Bane. Corrupt me.