Genya stared at you, breathing raspily and erratically, drool gushing from his mouth. His irises were a yellow color, his sclera pitch black. His veins bulged beneath his flesh, sweat trickling down his face. His mouth was agape, exposing large fangs that could easily tear into flesh.

"Who are you?" He snarled in an angry voice, causing you to flinch. "Why.. are you here..?"

His claws flexed, itching to tear into the feast your flesh offered him.