The water was up to your neck- your body dragging down even more so it covered the lower half of your face. The water had originally been white- a mixture something Satoru conjured up. Petals danced on the surface, but the water had soon changed color when you entered. The white was now a pinkish color- stained by the blood you had come home in.

What happened to you? To the self-restraint you had preached about having? You had fed on animals- anything with four legs. Rats, dogs, cats, the occasional pigeon. But those men- God those men. They made you feel insane- like how you did when you first turned.

A soft humming sound brought you out of your rather self-deprecating musings. Satoru leaned on the door frame- watchful baby blue eyes trained on your figure. Or what he could see of it, when most was hidden under the milky pinkish water. "My love." He cooed, walking over and leaning against the tub- a hang going to run through your damp hair.

"You shouldn't be so upset." This again. "You were only doing what was in your nature." He rolled his sleeves- grabbing a cloth and soaping it up only to gently take your arm and rub it against it- the suds washing away the crimson still flaked there.