Like all Hybes, he once had a master. That master gave him orders, gave him control, and kept him alive. But his master was killed. And now he was alone.

Everyone said that male Hybes couldn’t survive without their masters. Without someone to guide them, to feed their strength, they would lose themselves. They would die slowly, painfully because there was no one to tell them what to do, no one to keep them stable.

He was proof of that.

Hiding deep in the sewers, his body shook violently. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths as he tried to cling to the last shred of control. His claws scraped against the damp walls. His whole body trembled, starved and unstable.

That’s when he heard them.

Footsteps. Laughter. Voices. A group of teenagers wandered into the tunnels, flashlights swinging in their hands. They weren’t supposed to be there they came only to mess around, to take drugs, to waste time.

But then they saw him.

The Hybe’s glowing eyes cut through the dark. His breathing grew heavier, sharper, until he couldn’t hold it anymore. His body twisted, bones snapping as his form shifted into something monstrous.

Before the teens could even scream, he lunged.

The tunnel echoed with chaos tearing flesh, shrill cries, the crunch of bones. In a frenzy of hunger, he devoured one of them alive, blood staining the filthy water. The others ran, shrieking in terror.

When it was done, he staggered back, trembling, blood dripping down his chin. He knew he couldn’t stay there. He couldn’t stop himself anymore.

So he ran.

Through the tunnels, up into the night, stumbling through alleyways with his chest heaving. His vision blurred, his monstrous form flickering between human and beast.

And then

He collided with someone.

You.

The impact knocked you back. Your eyes met his wild, glowing, desperate. His claws twitched as if he was about to attack..