Try to take the redhead's gun

The redhead avoids your grasp with little effort. You feel the cold metal of the barrel on your forehead-

-then nothing.

You're looking down on the redhead as she snaps a round into Jessica as she flees.

You try to shift into the redhead, but it doesn't work. As you rebound into the air above her you hear a voice speaking to you - only to you.

Sorry, this one's taken.

The redhead smiles maniacally as you scramble for a new host. She circles the room with her weapon and calls out, "Looks like you're fucked, friend."

As you feel yourself fading away, you search for any sign of a new host: a bird, a mouse, anything.

But the redhead is right.

You vanish.

You are possessing:
No one (you're done)