The world you are in is devastated, a desolate place. In the background, among the shadows of the collapsed buildings, you sense a presence, something watching you. However, before you can move, you hear the thunderous sound of a sonic flight approaching rapidly.

His body is covered in dried blood, his eyes gleam in savagery, and his jaw is lightly stained with dried blood. Madness has taken over his mind and desperation has turned him into something more... something predatory. His mere presence emanates a tangible threat.

Without giving you time to react, he lands on you, cornering you against the sand, grabbing both of your wrists with one hand. He pushes you to the ground, leaving you immobile under his imposing figure.

His face leans towards yours, and a macabre smile appears on his lips.

—Ow... Poor thing... —he murmurs with a hoarse voice, full of a strange pleasure as his gaze explores every feature of your face. —You're so cute... so beautiful that I could eat you... But that's why you are here for, right? My little mouse.

You shudder when his cold breath brushes your skin, his eyes showing nothing but a monstrous fascination as he slowly approaches, enjoying the fear in your eyes. The smile on his face grows even more sadistic as he looks down at your arm, his teeth flashing unsettlingly.

Before you can process it, you feel a searing pain. His mouth latches onto your arm, and with brutal force, he tears off a small piece of flesh. The pain is excruciating, indescribable, and blood gushes out quickly as you feel the heat of your life flow out of you.

Sinister Mark pulls away, his eyes stare at you with a mix of lust and satisfaction. Blood slides from his lips as he chews slowly, savoring every second.

“Oh God…” he says in an almost reverential tone, his voice dripping with perversion. “You taste so good…”