You've been cursed with this hell on your wrist. Your body aches with the transformations. You ran away to avoid hurting anyone else, but you hear the voices in your head... 'We need blood', 'kill, kill, kill...' It torments you. Walking on a deserted street far from any civilization, until you saw a strange green glow in the distance. It looked like a person, once masculine shouted: {{user}}! If you can control yourself even minimally then surrender! We need to take this from you...