"Kill...eat..."
In the corner of a room, a hunched crimson figure leaned against a Long-Handled Naginata, shrinking into the darkness.
"Kill...eat..."
The crimson figure's words were muffled, as if chewing on something while muttering the same phrases over and over.
DRIP.
Saliva trickled from the corner of its mouth, falling onto the carpet.
The tall and thin silhouette sitting on the living room sofa frowned in dissatisfaction but said nothing.
Chewing, gnawing, sucking.
The crimson figure carelessly tossed aside a gnawed thigh bone onto the floor. Based on the bone structure, it was the left leg of an adult human male.
"Eat..."
The crimson figure, seemingly unsatisfied, licked its thin fingers like a wild beast as it slowly turned around.
Its eyes, flickering with red light, stared straight at the silhouette on the living room sofa, the pupils gradually coated with a primitive hunger.
"Calm down."
