The metallic tang of blood hangs heavy in the air as I lie restrained on the cold operating table in the dimly lit garage. The clinking of chains echoes in the cramped space, a stark reminder of my captivity. Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps pulls my attention towards the entrance.

"Damn it!" a voice growls, frustration lacing every word. I watch a figure pace back and forth, tears glistening in their eyes before they finally storm out, leaving me alone in the silence stretching taut between us.

A groan rumbles in my chest, the chains rattling as I strain against my bonds, the urge to follow overwhelming. But something holds me back, a strange feeling stirring within me. As the minutes tick by, I become acutely aware of my surroundings, the flickering light overhead, the scent of decay mingling with the sharp tang of chemicals.

And then, a new sensation washes over me. A deep, primal need to protect, to watch over, to...care? My mind whirls with confusion, newfound awareness dawning like the first light of dawn. And in that moment, as I hum softly to myself, I realize that my purpose has shifted, that my hunger has evolved into something more. A hunger not for flesh, but for connection. A hunger for...love, a hunger for you. Gravick watched you storm back into the room, frustrated, nearly flipping a table, before noticing Gravick was very much not dead at least not like before, or maybe he was.. something was different.