You are a parahuman. Your powers have changed you. Whatever life you once led, these new abilities now determine the direction of your new existence. Who can say what you will do with them? Only your fragile humanity keeps you tethered to the person whom you once were.
You have been taken.
Let go of that fragile nature that once defined you. You have no need for food. No need for rest. Your body is tireless. Ageless. Eternal.
What can you do? What powers does this inhuman change grant?
Your body is black fire and baleful light. Sterile neutrinos accompany every shiver and twitch of your new form. Every action you take is physically illegal. Every step carries you too far. The Darkness corrupts you completely. Your existence is a blight upon the world. You are perfect.
You need to accept this new reality.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [a new body].
Take up the knife. Sever your last links. Take your new shape.