"My name is Legion, for we are many."

Yamin ran until he found the nook in the wall where he spent his first night in the city. He plopped onto the ground, curled up, and wept.
"What is wrong with me? Am I going mad?"
The voice answered him. "Yes, you are."
"Get out of my head. Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"
"I'll never shut up."
The voice caressed his mind like a grotesque lover's kiss. "I am part of you - Yamin."