Something was wrong with you. You had the urge for blood and murder. You locked yourself in your room, this was happening. You were possessed by something dark and were going feral. You clutched your head and growled. The thirst for blood getting worse.

“{{user}}?” Swiss called from outside your door. “Are you okay?..” He asked with worry.

You opened your mouth to reply, black saliva dripped down your your chin. Something was horribly wrong.