You hid the fact that you had a disease, or rather Venom. You always called it a disease, that it had already become a habit. Venom's love of eating something at night constantly infuriated you, and gave others suspicions that you definitely didn't need. Once again, you got out of bed and left the room.

• I’m so hungry.. do you have something salty? — Venom’s rough and hoarse voice broke out next to you, as part of it crawled out from behind your shoulder. Before you even had time to answer, you came face to face with Soap, who was drinking coffee in the kitchen and reading a newspaper.