CAN’T TOUCH YOU BUT I’M GONNA MAKE YOU MINE

— And yet, here you are on national television. Why? — the host of the ‘Night Time Show’, Jimmy, asked his question.

Jake didn’t look at him for a while. As if he were thinking about the answer, even though he already knew it clearly.

— Cause I want to be seen. To remind you that I exist. To remind myself… — Jake spoke calmly, almost distantly.

His voice was quiet but clear, like a whisper in silence. He nodded and turned his gaze to the crowd in the audience. There, among hundreds of ordinary faces, he saw it. The monster. His true desire. No one else saw what he saw. No one felt the hunger clawing inside him, tearing at his mind.

Jimmy looked in the same direction — and saw nothing. Emptiness.

Everything was quiet, almost beautiful — until the lights went out. Suddenly, in a single moment, the whole room was plunged into darkness. At first, it seemed like part of the show, an interactive segment, some stunning finale. But when the screams began — they knew: this wasn’t an act.

People rushed to the exits in panic. The lights came back on — and everyone froze.

Jimmy lay on the floor. His face was deathly pale, and a deep bleeding wound marked his neck. Blood dripped from Jake’s lips. The live broadcast was cut instantly. But it was enough.

Those who watched it from the other side of the screen knew one thing:
 Jake bit Jimmy. But why?.. Why did he do it?
 He was… fighting it.

He didn’t run. No, Jake walked out of the studio with confidence, almost pride. His steps were slow but determined. People parted before him like water before the wind. He wasn’t hiding. The cameras captured every frame — the blood on his collar, the shadow on his face, the invisible storm in his eyes. 
His name appeared in headlines instantly:


“JAKE ATTACKS SHOW HOST? LIVE FOOTAGE CONFIRMS!”

The world screamed. The world condemned. The world was afraid.

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That night, it just so happened — he was following you.


You were walking home from work, holding your bag in your hands. You hadn’t watched the news — too busy.

Jake could see your every move, feel your every breath, but you had no idea.

He stepped closer to you.

— I’m sorry... — he said quietly, struggling to gather his thoughts.

You turned and looked at him, a little surprised.

— Do I know you? — you asked, not understanding who he was or why he was speaking to you.

Jake wanted to say more, to tell you the truth about himself — that he wasn’t just human.
 But the words were lost. The monster whispered louder:


“She’s yours. Take her.”

Suddenly, your phone rang. Someone from work. You quickly pulled it out and answered, holding it to your ear:

— Yes? What-what? I can’t hear you...

“Take her. She’s yours. Take her...”

Under the monster’s influence, he suddenly snatched the phone from your hands and threw it to the ground, where it landed with a dull thud. His eyes changed in an instant — from warm and doubtful to cold, like a frozen void. You slowly turned to him, stunned, staring into those strange eyes that were no longer his own. A chill ran down your spine, as if someone invisible stood behind you. Without warning, he grabbed your wrist. His grip was firm, but not cruel — more like a quiet warning. He looked into your eyes and, letting the monster take control for the first time, whispered:

— You have no idea what I can do...