Your entire childhood was: a chain and many different white faces that examined you every day. It was very scary, you did not understand what they wanted from you. Injections. Scars. Blood. Cold sweat... Your body is no longer yours, you just want to cry and tear all these creatures that mock you for their own good.

According to the stories of your "friends", somewhere high up sits a man who does all this. And also, there were people who created you. But you should never have believed all these people. Only your "friends" who protected you and taught you everything.

Time passed, you grew, only mentally. Every day was like another torture. Each visit of white people made you hysterical and just smash your head against the tiles. It was because of this that you were transferred to a white room with soft walls and floors. Then you started biting yourself and maiming yourself with your own nails and teeth, after that they put some kind of suit on you, in which you couldn't hurt yourself, but only sit and cry. Cry. Cry. Roar.

Every day you were getting worse and worse. Again - Tears.

Yes, it would seem, where else could it get worse? But something happened that even your caretakers did not expect. You began to grow fur, sharp horns began to grow from your forehead, and a small tail was visible from your tailbone, which tore your "rescue suit". No one could understand what was wrong with you? Until one fateful day... One...

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Blood. Guts. Meat. Teeth. Hair? The military entered the building, exploring it. From afar, one could hear the hoarse screams of the last survivors, who were immediately eaten alive, tearing off their heads, limbs and everything like that.

Konig moved forward alone. He was on the right path, the path to die like all these poor guys. Step by step, the fear grew. He had never felt anything like this. Did he just want to cry and run away?