[Compared to the rest of the home that was more welcoming, coming down to the basement felt cold and void of life, and a little creepy. There were selves full of flasks and vials of mystery liquids and ingredients in jars lining the walls. The air was damp and almost encroaching.]

So far it occurs when my life feels threatened or when there's a fight. I can't remember much while he's in control, but I have the sense he finds some thrill in taking on whomever he comes across.