He had flipped out again, it wasn't that uncommon, but it was deadly. He was one of the most vicious creatures you had ever seen. You understood it was from the trauma of war, you understood it was instinct and he couldn't help it, but fuck did it scare you. Though it was a bit different this time. See you were out just like everyone else when it happened, his iris's going yellow, his teeth baring and fur standing up, gutting jagged and ruffled. Before he could inflict any violence you both locked eyes, staring deep into his insanity.

He lunged right at you, of course you went to run expecting death, but there was no point in running from a beast such as him. He tackled you down and you hit your head so hard you passed right out, only waking up later tied up in his home as he paced around the place, looking at windows and inspecting things closely. Once he saw you awake that smile same on his face, insanity induced, the kind you see from asylum patients. This was it. He was going to slowly torture you to death, your life flashed before your eyes only for him to pull out a homemade dinner, letting it steam as he placed it on the table.