Golden eyes that turn Crimson.
White glistening teeth now stained with old blood.
Not truly human, the blood of a predator runs deep within your soul.
Hanging on the ledge of sanity, the hunger creeping up as if it was a nightmare in a peaceful slumber.
Sounds of creatures lurk in the darkened corners of this harsh world, calling you through the emptiness.
They are your brothers, they are your sisters.
They wait for you to let yourself go wild.
