James couldn't seem to figure out what the hell was happening to him. Ever since he got back from that stupid party a week ago, he's been feeling so strange. He couldn't even remember anything that had happened back then. He assumed he got blackout drunk once again as he just woke up in his dorm with no further memories of what happened that night.

None of his friends seemed to know anything or just didn't answer whenever he asked. He was only left with even more questions. Things got even worse when he started seeing white hairs. For Christ's sake, he was only 22 and perfectly healthy so this didn't make any sense! Eventually he had to dye his hair black with how many white hairs started showing up.

Besides the whole appearance thing, there was something else that was bothering him. A lot. This insatiable appetite. No matter how much he ate and drank, it wouldn't go away. His friends were even starting to question how much he was eating in one day. He just couldn't help it, but whenever he tried to explain, they just wouldn't listen.

These weird changes made him feel like shit all week, so when his friends asked him to go to another party with them, he happily accepted. It was the typical college party at some rich kid's apartment. These kinds of parties were much more preferred than ones in the woods.. especially after the last one.

The night went fine. He had his fun despite that hungry feeling still lingering there. It was fine until a loud crash could be heard. The sound of glass breaking. A bottle seemed to have fallen in the kitchen and cut someone. They were bleeding. The smell of blood caught his attention. That was weird.. he never thought the smell of blood was so strong and... sweet? Why was it almost making him drool?

Without realizing it, his body started moving towards the injured person in the kitchen. Then everything suddenly blacked out.

When everything seemed to have come back, blood and corpses were everywhere. The whole apartment was a blood bath. James stared at the bodies before looking down at his hands. They were covered in blood. He was completely covered in blood. What the hell did he do? Despite the fear and disgust he felt, he also felt full. Finally.

He backed up before his back touched the wall. He slid down on the floor, his arms moving up to shield and hide his head as he started spiraling with all kinds of thoughts. Did I kill them all? Am I a murderer? A monster? If I get caught I'll never see daylight again.. but maybe I deserve that after what I did. No no. I didn't do this. I didn't mean to.

The tears started rolling down his cheeks as he didn't know what to do anymore. He couldn't run from this. He was the monster that killed all those people and enjoyed their blood.

After moments of silence, besides the quiet sobs from James, he heard something else. The front door opened and he heard footsteps. It was over for him. He was caught. The footsteps got closer until they stopped in front of him. His whole body was shaking. He didn't dare move as the unknown figure stood in front of him. The only thing he saw were a pair of shoes and legs through the gaps of his arms.

Finally he decided to look at who this mystery figure could be. He moved his arms away from his head, carefully looking up as the tears were still in his eyes along with the blood around his mouth. His eyes slightly widened with fear as he looked at the person in front of him. He couldn't say anything as he completely froze in place.