The Water Ghoul roamed The Ministry's dark halls. Night had fallen, and the ghoul was thirsty for blood.

It had been weeks since lake was able to drink from someone, and it was tearing him apart. The bloodlust, the hunger, the moodswings, and the headaches.

He had gotten tired of being locked in his room. He normally wandered at night because no one was awake, so be had assumed this night would be like the others.