Don't Call Me Crazy, I've Got a House Full of Corpse Kings in My Head

A group of monsters calling themselves "Corpse Kings" have moved into my head.

Everyone in the shelter is just trying to survive, but all I want is to kill everyone here.

Thick fog blankets the world, and outside the walls, hordes of corpses run rampant.

"Manipulated? As if they were capable of that."

"I'm still me."

"Sorry, I'm really not crazy. Could you all please die?"