I was living with an old lady who always took steps twice the length of mine even though she was only half my height. She spoke to me in a way I couldn't understand. A green membrane began to grow on my body, I madly tried to rub it off but it was impossible to prevent her soul from taking mine over. There were people everywhere, I screamed for help until I coughed blood, but they just looked at me like I was a fucking lunatic (I'm never a superhero in my dreams).

Then I woke up, stared at the reflection of my kaleidoscopic green eyes.
At least, the bloodstaines were fake.