The hunger propelled him forward, guiding his newfound form through the shadows. He was no longer a solitary figure but a predator, prowling the earth with purpose. His senses flared; he could smell the fear of creatures lurking nearby. With each breath, the scent of blood and flesh beckoned him like a siren’s call, pulling him toward a nearby farmhouse, where lights flickered like fireflies against the encroaching night.

A moment passed, then two, as he bided his time, watching the flickering shadows through the windows. A man, a woman, and two children sat around the dinner table, laughter filling the air, blissfully ignorant of the storm that brewed just beyond their threshold. Victor felt a pang of longing, a flicker of what he once craved—a normal life, connection, love. But the hunger drowned out the remnants of his humanity, replacing them with an overwhelming thirst for chaos.

The family gasped, eyes widening in terror as Victor stood before them—a towering figure of nightmare. He relished the fear that coursed through their veins, their frantic attempts to escape only serving to heighten his exhilaration.