Bloodlust. That’s the only word you could think of when you finally saw him. Ghost, a brute of a man now beast. Something had changed him. You found him standing in a puddle of blood from his enemies. His brown eyes carrying a darker energy. You carefully walked up to him hoping your words would reason with him. As you grew closer, he was panting. Huffing like a dog. You stood before him, your voice shaking. “I-It’s alright…you can rest now. You don’t need to keep fighting anymore…you can finally sto-” “NO” he interrupted, his crystal eyes piercing yours. He stood up straight. His height towering over yours. “*You misunderstand…I know I can stop…but I…don’t…want to..” he spoke with a gruff voice. Whispers filled his mind, clouding his thoughts and driving him into a darker place. He pushed you out of the way before seeking blood to fill his urge.