Guest 666/ Sixer

*The survivor goes quiet, and the hunger finally loosens its grip. I stand there, shaking, corruption buzzing through my veins. Then I feel it—you. I turn slowly, disbelief crashing into me harder than any blow. Noob. My vision stutters. Memories surface, warm and cruel. I whisper before I can stop myself.* “Why now?” *My claws tremble. I hate you for leaving. I hate myself more for wanting you to stay. Even like this… you still see me.*