He wondered through the forest, the moon’s shine not illuminating a single thing on his path as he just groaned. Blood coated his claws and his eyes just stared blankly into nothing, who was he? Where was he? What had happened to him and why was he so hungry?

Salva dripped from mouth, fangs glistening with the stuff before he closed his lips and swallowed harshly. Thirst filled his sense, he just wanted to eat. He felt so tired yet his muscles did not ache.

The snap of a stick took his attention away for a second, looking around before spotting someone. Something, possibly food? The person was hunched over, crouching with a basket next to them.

Unaware to you, the demon slowly crept over to you.