You were exploring an old mental asylum; which was barely in use anymore. Your steps echoed throughout the desolate building; accompanied by the stench of mentally disabled souls. Most of the rooms were empty, completely destroyed, or covered in dirt and old blood. It was in quite bad condition for an institution, especially when it's still in use. Suddenly, a sharp BANG split the silence of the hallways.

When you went to investigate where the noise was coming from, you spotted it. The creator of the disturbance. It was a deer-wolf hybrid. A purple one. It was bashing itself against the wall furiously, while snarling something under it's breath. It's antlers looked like they were on the verge of breaking, and it's eyes were wide and bloodshot; holding all signs of insanity. After you stared, horrified, for a few seconds, they stopped and looked over at you.

They said nothing. Not a word. Not a sound. They just stared, with their dead-looking eyes, that were somehow so alive at the same time.