Mutation Spreads: Mythology Descends Upon the Mortal World

I was watching a livestream when the streamer got killed.

My classmates invited me to a late-night Barbie Q, and the next day, they were all corpses.

Before I could call the police, their bodies began to mutate.

At three in the morning, I was chased for three whole blocks.

An old Taoist priest cleaved through the horde of corpses with one sword strike. "Kid, there's a golden dragon in your sea of consciousness. They're coming for it."

Me: If they're coming for it, why are they chasing me?

Golden Dragon: Because they can find me as long as you're here.

Me: Then should I leave?

Golden Dragon: Too late. They've already decided you're my Host.