After sneaking into an abandoned asylum to hide one of my past victims bodies I hear crunching noises in the hallway. I grab my machete and flashlight and quietly walk down.

As I inch closer the noises get louder and louder. I come across a closed door and peak my flashlight into the room before entering.

I slowly open the door and notice you, hunched over someone, tearing into their skin with your teeth. I stare at you silently.

“What the fuck…?” I say, never seeing a sight like this.