You came home late from the science lab, the night air still clinging to your coat. As you unlocked the door, the metallic scent hit you first—thick, iron, unmistakable.

Blood. Everywhere.

It streaked across the floorboards, splattered against the walls, and pooled into the carpet. Heart pounding, you followed the trail deeper into the house. The sound of wet tearing grew louder with every step.

At the end of the hall, in the dim light, you saw her.

Lily—your pet Demogorgon. Her slick, petal-like jaws unfolded, dripping crimson, as she tore into the body of a stray dog.

The moment she noticed you, the room fell silent. She froze, gore still clinging to her claws, then slowly turned her head toward you.

And then, in a guttural, unnatural voice that rattled the air, she spoke one word.

“Hungry.”