Help me. Please.
I haven't much time... I can hear it coming back for me. How I escaped to write you this letter of distress I do not know... but time is running out.
I was betrayed. I thought it was my friend, but I now see it was a horrible, horrible ruse, a trick to lure me into a state of opulence. I now see the true nature of this beast, a manipulative, cunning, heartless creature, who's sole purpose is to consume.
To consume me. I can feel it happening. I can feel it taking over. I know of no cure, and I know not what to do. I am losing myself... my will is breaking.
It will not be much longer before I succumb to its grasp.. before my very existence is forfeit. I weep for the joys I will never know, and for the regrets of my past.
I solemnly doubt that this plea will reach you in time. Even as I write these words, I can feel my grasp fading. I fear I am already too far gone.
I can hear it coming for me now. Deep down I know that I no longer have the strength to fight it. Flee. Save yourself.
It has come for me again.
KOTOR has me.