The Hunt
In the absence of light, we are greater than we were. We surrender ourselves to instinct and follow the fears of the world. The hunger is all that is. We hunt.
You are not scared, not yet. For now, I am as I was born. Soon, night will fall, and you will see me as I was reborn.
Run.
I promise we will find you.
Happy Hallowe'en!
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