Driving distractedly, YN's gaze remembers Mr. Thomas's flower shop… and for now, this will be her refuge until she thinks of a plan. The flower shop is quiet, only with old music in the background while Mr. Thomas, the good old man, is preparing a bouquet…

"Oh, Miss YN, are you back already?" He greets her from afar

The young girl feels so lost now, not knowing what to do, she wanted it all to be a big misunderstanding so she could go back to the floating pink world she was in, but the knowledge that something non-human would be ready to kill her when she returns makes her little feet stay firmly on the ground, makes her take slow and distracted steps that take her straight to the alstroemerias, the same ones from yesterday, and points to the flowers.

“…. I'll have a bouquet of those, Mr. Thomas.” In a monotonous and almost empty tone, she asks, making the florist stop what he was doing and asks her to repeat, fearing that his age is already getting the best of his attributes

“What did you say, YN? What flowers will you want?”

“The alstroemerias….. make a pretty bouquet, okay?” She takes robotic steps to the counter, waiting for the elderly man to make the bouquet. She trusts that it will be a beautiful bouquet of alstroemerias…. but for some reason she doesn't even know why she chose those flowers. The elderly man is experienced and knows that each flower has its meaning, but mainly the emotion of the person choosing the flower and the bouquet says more than they realize.

Mr. Thomas picks the best flowers from the astromelia and looks for some more to make a beautiful bouquet, at least to cheer up the poor girl. The old man takes the flowers to the counter to choose the wrapping and some messages and finds YN sitting, simply staring at the floor with her head down, distracted, with an anxious look on her face.

“YN, what paper do you want for the wrapping? The usual?”

Why hasn’t he killed me yet?

“YN? Are you listening to me, little one?”

Why didn’t he pretend to be my boyfriend… treat me so well? What are his intentions?

“YN!” in a louder but still soft tone the old man catches the girl’s attention

“O-oh, sorry Mr. Thomas… I’m just thinking about things. The wrapping paper will be…” she can’t think of anything, her mind wandering between unanswered questions and anxiety in her chest “Why don’t you choose? I know you’ll look for what best matches the flowers.” The girl smiles and pushes the decision to the florist who sighs worriedly

“Oh dear…. what's going on with you? Are you feeling okay?”

Please don't ask me that… not today…

“I'm fine but… I'm feeling… stressed. Work stuff, you know?” She pulls a hair behind her ear, as if she were tidying up whatever mental mess she was apparently having.

The florist narrows his wrinkled eyes at the girl, reading her like a book, then he does the most comforting thing YN has received all day. He approaches her, placing a hand over hers, with deep empathy and genuine concern that makes YN's heart melt, finding a true safe haven in the words of the old man, who looks at her as if she were his own granddaughter.

“It's him, isn't it? What did he do to make you like this?”

“Oh Mr. Thomas…” speechless, the girl lets her eyes water as she stubbornly looks up, preventing some tears from coming out

“What did he do to you, YN? You were so fine yesterday… and today you seem so anxious and sad.” He softly tells the story of the events, careful not to scare or scare the girl

Think of an excuse, YN, quickly…..

“....Remember what I said yesterday about how he was drunk and high?” the real Kain “Well…. yesterday he….. yesterday he came home under the influence, you know? Acting strange……”

“Did he hit you?”

“No… he hasn’t arrived yet.” The girl whispers almost inaudibly as she thinks about the possibilities

“… And, are you afraid of him?”

The girl, with no more strength to speak, closes her mouth and nods quickly as her heart races.

“I’m going to get something for you, keep an eye on the store, okay?” he whispers softly as he walks to get something from somewhere in the store.

Moments later a female voice is heard entering the flower shop.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Thomas!”

YN had never been a religious person, but she could thank God for sending Sister Martha at that moment. In a new city and trying to find independence away from her family, there were few people she knew and had made sincere friends with. Coincidentally, a childhood friend had recently become a nun and was being assigned to the church in the new city. The sister was wearing her church uniform, her curious eyes searching for the elderly figure to pick up some flower order for a temple decoration.

“Oh, YN! What a pleasant surprise!” the woman smiled immediately upon seeing YN at the counter, giving her friend a tight hug while bringing an air of purity and warmth with her “Long time no see, girl!”

“Yes, Martha… I missed you so much!” YN hugs back and lets her friend's genuine warmth invade her. After a few moments of hugging, her friend slowly pulls away and looks at YN with a worried look.

“What happened, YN? How are you?”

“Nothing, sis…”

“There's no point in hiding it from me, tell me what happened!”

If it were anyone else, Martha would have talked better in a friendly and non-invasive way, but being Yn, she doesn't mince her words.

“Last week I saw you and you looked like a model, why are you so… like that? Who's the funeral?”

My.... Martha, it's going to be my funeral.

“It was him, Martha…” she reluctantly confesses, avoiding her friend's gaze.

“Him? Who is he? Ooooh…. your boyfriend.” Sister Martha had never liked the real Kain and even after his return with YN was nothing but flowers and wonders, she was very suspicious. “Your demon boyfriend.”

An idea popped into YN's head, like hope being born again. As a teenager, before becoming a nun, Martha was a curious and mischievous teenager, who looked for everything, including mythologies, magic, witchcraft, and the dark world that happens under the bed when children go to sleep. Nowadays, she fights spiritual wars, dealing with evil and good in a very physical and literal way. Maybe, just maybe… she can speak in some code so that her sister can understand.

"I'll invite you to exorcise him at my house then.” She jokes but knows that Sister Marta is seeing through her and YN hopes she reads the subtext

“I'll need a whole team to remove the evil inside Kain's body… that boy of yours is a complicated man.” She jokes

"Complicated defines him well."

The two laugh a little, lightening the mood, but Martha asks again in a more serious tone this time, whispering to her friend like secrets in a confessional......

“You… are you serious. Do you really think he's possessed by a demon?”

“I think he's something… worse than a demon.” You sigh worriedly and anxiously “it seems like someone else… you know?”

“YN…” the young nun widens her eyes, she has a slight idea of ​​what her friend is talking about but knows that the whole team doesn't have the capacity to solve this, it's something extremely dangerous and if not done right it could have bloody consequences. This should be dealt with by sorcerers, but YN needs something quick to deal with it

"Oh...."

“Oh my friend, I will pray for you. I promisse.” In an apopogetic tone with her mouth half closed, the nun apologizes as she walks away from the store, breaking YN’s heart and all the hope that had sprouted when she also understands the subtext of the sentence:

You are on your own.

The girl remains paralyzed, sitting on the bench so as not to lose her balance. She cannot think about how helpless and vulnerable she feels, as if she is in a philosophical debate about whether she should just accept it.

5 seconds later the nun returns to the store, looking agitated and anxious as she looks for YN, the girl feels the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

“YN!” she looks at the door then turns quickly, holding a package of leaves in the girl’s hand

“Myrtle. Myrtle tea - it's good for…. the cardiovascular system, for the skin, it's also good for stomach aches - and…. headaches and……” she searches for more answers while looking anxiously between the door and Yn's shaken face “Take this. It'll be good for you.”

The sister hugs Yn tightly and whispers seriously in her ear“Run away. Take this and get out of here.”

The nun still speaks loudly as she says goodbye again in an agitated manner “We'll be praying for you.”

YN is speechless with the sudden change in attitude and wonders if it was a message from God or if the nun saw something strange outside. Thoughtful, she doesn't notice when the old forester approaches with the colored papers for the bouquet and a surprise between them.

“Here you go, this paper will certainly enhance the tones of the flowers.”

“Oh, thank you very much!”

“Yn… I have something else for you.”

The old man puts a gun in YN's hand as he explains seriously, "They're just two silver bullets. One to distract him when that kid wants to threaten you and get out of line… the other for when he thinks you're a tough guy and you're putting your foot down on him."

Me… kill him? Are you telling me to kill him?

"Mr. Thomas, I don't think it's necessary…"

"There's no point in running away, girl."

He says so seriously that YN's smile falls and she looks at him with more questions than answers.

"You broke up the first time, and you got back together. You're trying to make things easier for him, and you're going to break up again, and then you're going to get back together again." He sighs painfully

"The cycle will only end when someone dies… and I don't want it to be you, girl."

The old florist was fed up with seeing rude boys pick beautiful flowers one day, and their parents come to buy funeral arrangements the next, apologies that turn into funeral invitations, beautiful flowers being crushed by ill-intentioned people, every day. Each story has a specific situation, but the cycle is the same: the girl dies in the end.

“With a man so obsessed with you, he won’t stop until he gets what he wants. He’ll go after you to the ends of the earth, YN.” The florist places his gentle hand on Yn’s hand and closes it, making the girl accept the gun firmly “This is for you to defend yourself… and end this cycle”

How ironic, from a place so full of life, YN left with two deadly objects in her bag and a beautiful bouquet in her hands.

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Unfortunately, the way from the florist to her boyfriend’s house is not very long and YN drives the motorcycle slowly as if she wanted to buy more time for the inevitable. In nature, the mother puts food in the mouths of the little birds because they cannot feed themselves and from one day to the next they are pushed off the branch to learn how to fly. YN feels exactly like this, her boyfriend took care of everything for her, from a hair out of place to more complex situations, in two weeks Kain had such a strong effect on YN's mind that she depended on him for everything and felt like she was floating in the clouds, without any thought or instinct for survival… now she feels pushed off the branch, struggling with her little wings to keep from crashing to the ground and fighting for survival.

When she reaches the door of the house with her heart beating fast, she realizes that she has no plan or strategy for this situation, just an instinct not to die.

It's him or me.

It's better to face madness with a plan than to sit still and let it take you in pieces. - the little voice in her head advises again

She could go back to her own house, but he would follow her there. She could go somewhere full of people, but eventually the two of them would come face to face. It could be at any moment. It's just a matter of time to postpone the inevitable, the anxiety was eating her up inside, devouring her stomach while her mind fought not to sink into this storm, looking for possibilities in which it would come out on top.

Fuck this. Fuck you. Fuck Kain. Fuck everything.

She knocks on the door with a blank look and prepares herself for the worst, clutching her bag tightly.

Is this how the victims facing the guillotine felt? A straight line to death?

5 minutes later, the door remains closed and YN decides that she will open the door herself and enter the house.

"Excuse me…. Kain?" She leaves the bouquet in the living room while following the scent coming from the kitchen. She looks for him around the house and comes across a breathtaking scene: The handsome man is wearing an apron again, humming some music with his headphones while preparing something in the kitchen.

“L… is for the way you look at me” he stirs the pan with something gelatinous, completely immersed in the music.

“O… is for the only one I see…” almost like a spontaneous dance. Kain takes a tray from the fridge and unmolds little hearts and places them on a crystal tray.

“V… is very very… extraordinary.”

"E… is even more than anyone that you adore can….." her boyfriend pours the appetizing syrup over the little hearts, it's a bright red, a mouth-watering syrup. But not as much as Kain, he's wearing a formal white shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbow exposing his strong arms and jeans that are tighter on the thighs, his locks are messy in an attractive way. For a minute her instinct tells her to bite him all over, mark every little bit of that juicy body and forget any stupid plans. His eyes widen when they see that his beloved has already arrived, taking off his headphones and meeting her at the kitchen door.

"Oh, my dear! Are you here yet?" he wipes his hands on a dish towel and takes off his apron, and hugs her, a smell of sugar mixes with his irresistible cologne.

"…yes, yes… what are you doing?" YN takes a moment to compose herself

“It was supposed to be a surpriseeeeee~” he whines, placing his head on her shoulder “I know you’re really stressed because of work, so I prepared a recipe for you to try.”

He leads her to the kitchen counter hand in hand before she can protest and takes one of the sweets from the tray, cooling it with a breath and placing it in front of YN’s mouth.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart~” with a hoarse voice he asks, placing the sweet in his girlfriend’s mouth “It’s delicious, huh? I prepared it with you in mind.” He whispers, keeping his eyes intense in her eyes, he licks his lips when she lets out a small sound of satisfaction

“It is…. but what did you put in here?” she feels her body go slowly limp and a strange heat starting to tingle through her body

“Nothing.” He grabs another sweet and eats it too, staring at YN as he holds her against the kitchen counter with strong arms “Just something to make you more excited… more relaxed” he squeezes her thighs, bringing her closer as he whispers in a sultry tone

“Let me take care of you, darling~” Kain presses a slow kiss to the girl's jaw

“You look so tense… what happened?” He could feel Yn's breathing intensifying, his own heart beating voraciously trying to keep his desire under control, needing to taste her once more, see her go crazy once more...

"W-wait, Kain…" with one hand on YN's delicate back, Kain pressed her tightly against him, taking her lips in a hungry and possessive kiss, frowning in desire, feeling the shivers on his body intensify

The juicy syrup was already delicious on its own, but when the creature put aphrodisiacs in it, it got even better. Everything was going well, everything was very good until the nosy boss spilled the beans, he dealt with it in his own way, but YN still remembered what happened the night before, he didn't know what exactly… but it was enough for her to move away from him unconsciously, wanting to be independent with that damned black bag, looking for answers to questions she shouldn't even be thinking about and worse… maybe she was planning to run away. He would never allow that.

The couple pulls away for air with YN biting his lower lip, making him let out a low moan “Oh my darling…. did you know I love you so much?” He presses their bodies even closer, practically glued together as his hand wanders inside her shirt, caressing the soft skin of her belly

"You're so beautiful…" he bites YN's ear in a hoarse voice "Did you know I would do anything for you, huh?"

"A-anything?"

"Yes, anything for you, my sweetie~" he goes back to kissing her with desire, his body trembling and writhing to touch every part of her, wanting more of her delicious love, sucking on her desire, wanting to get under her skin, molding her as if they were one flesh, isn't it beautiful?

He was hungry for her.

Every time she resisted a little as if she was coming to her senses, Kain would take another candy and put it in her mouth, and another… and another… until he was drunk with love in the valley of her breasts, with his pants getting tighter every second rubbing between YN's legs…..

"Oh my sweet Yn…. you're all mine huh?" he bites her neck "All of it. Heart and mind. Right?" he rubs harder

“I'm all yours, you know? All yours…. yours…” he murmurs a few more times in a low, hoarse voice

“I'm crazy about you…. I love you so much…” Kain's chest rises and falls hard, his breathing is heated as he moans lightly, his pupils extremely dilated as he observes YN's reactions, his gaze clouded by extraordinary sensations

“You love me too, don't you Darling?” smiling like a fool, Kain cups her cheeks making her look at him, it takes her a while to answer or even realize that he's talking to her “YN.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you love me?” this time his voice is more serious, hurt that she didn't answer at first. Is the spell being broken?

“…. I… love you, Kain.” She closes her eyes and answers, it was a painful truth and that in seconds, it would be nothing more than memories.

“I love you too, Yn,” he hugs her again affectionately, suffocating her with sweet words and his presence, “You don’t know how much.”

The fire dissipates soon after with such an intense makeout, leaving the ashes of what it consumed. YN feels disgusted and mentally tired, as if she had been trapped again.

Get a grip, YN, let’s go… there’s a killer in the house.

She washes her face and as if the neurons of audacity were being connected, as if the survival instinct spoke faster, she has an interesting idea.

“Honey, what flowers are those?” the male voice asks from the living room, looking with disgust at the beautiful bouquet of alstroemerias on the sofa.

YN turns on the fire and puts water to boil, putting some myrtle leaves in the water, making the smell slowly spread throughout the house. With a mischievous smile, she asks in a sweet voice.

“Honeey, bring it here to leave it there in the living room, please. I'll be right there.” He mentally curses the flowers, coughing and sneezing a lot as he grabs a nearby cloth and wraps his hands in it, taking the flowers to the other side of the room while YN stands at the kitchen door, debating internally whether he should continue with the plan in mind as she watches the scene.

He heads to the living room, sitting on the couch and gesturing for her to follow him. Meanwhile, his expression gently closes, showing a slight irritation with the flowers… and smelling a different scent in the air making him feel unbalanced, but he can't say what it is yet.

"Let's talk a little, my love. I feel like there's something bothering you."

"Yes, love… there's something I've been thinking about for a few days." She sits in the chair opposite him, her posture straight and rigid and her hands folded politely on her lap.

She mentally tells herself that she is strong and brave, and that this is not scaring her, when in fact her insides are screaming at her to get out of there and that this is just a serious conversation that every normal couple has.

Kain watches her with an expression of apparent interest and curiosity. He crosses his arms, his expression slightly closed as he listens to her speech.

"Oh, I'm curious. What were you thinking, love?"

What if I just break up with him and run away?

The handsome man waits expectantly for her to speak, although there is a slight tension noticeable in his body and expression. his fingers flapping on the couch like tired butterfly wings, an act that would normally make YN anxious and she would throw a pillow at him playfully as a tease. But not now. Not when she's closed like an old book, when her expression is hard to read.His eyes examine her carefully, looking for any sign of weakness or discomfort, wondering what he could do to solve this.

"You must have heard that saying, we all have skeletons in our closets…" she begins with the worst metaphor possible for a murderer, and as if she were slowly running her hand over a soft fabric, in a quick and unvarnished movement she asks:

"…and I've been wondering, is there something you're hiding from me?""

Kain straightens up in his chair as he listens to her, trying to appear calm and unconcerned. His gaze changes from curiosity to a slight discomfort inside.

"Ah, that saying… What makes you think I'm hiding something from you?" He tries to keep his voice soft, but there's a slight note of caution in his words

"I'll give you two options: Female instinct or survival instinct?" she asks, analyzing him, herself not knowing where to begin

Kain continues to look at her with a distressed expression as he tries to think of a way to make her understand. His voice comes out desperate as he tries to convince her to his side.

"Hmm, female instinct or survival instinct? It seems like you really want an explanation, love." He laughs and adjusts himself in the chair slightly. "Female instinct, come on. What are you saying?"

"Okay, let's go: You are not Kain… the real one." She calmly tells the fact that the skinwalker thought she would never find out, his smile falling and a surprised expression on his face.

"Who are you?" Kain's expression closes and his mask of calm and relaxation completely dissolves. His blue eyes widen slightly, showing a tone of surprise and fear inside.

After a brief pause, he answers with a voice that tries to be calm, but shows nervousness, the effect of the myrtle tea permeating the air makes Kain feel unbalanced in his powers and disguises, the magic becoming more difficult to maintain and an absurd hunger growing in his stomach.

"Me? I'm your boyfriend. The love of your life. The person you're going to spend the rest of your life with. What do you mean, asking me who I am?" he turns his head in a cute way with a scary connotation.

"Who are you?" YN asks again in a louder and more serious tone this time, standing up aggressively from the chair with her bag tightly clutched.

"The Kain I know died in a car accident!" YN spits out the fact, like a poison that needed to be released.

Her boyfriend watches her with a confused and nervous expression. Kain tries to think of an excuse or explanation, but he knows there's no way to get out of the situation, not after yesterday's gap, like pieces fitting together in a puzzle he knows she knows. After a few moments, he takes a deep breath, his voice coming out with a tone of resignation.

The house of cards has fallen. The bastille has been invaded. The spell has been broken. YN is fully awake now.

"Oh…"

"So you know." Kain continues, his voice taking on a more serious and possessive tone. "That makes things a little more complicated, doesn't it?"

Perhaps, if he was strong enough, he would conjure something to convince her that he is her real boyfriend.

Perhaps, if YN was still under his control, she would believe

But if he doesn't know at what exact moment it went out of control, then it's much more difficult to recover, like an arrow shooting in the darkness. The creature doesn't know how the night will end, and neither does Yn to be honest.

Who is the prey and who is the hunter?

As humans say "a spanking doesn't hurt" to raise children, maybe telling the truth and giving them something to fear is also educational? Who knows?

Who knows,perhaps it's time to step out of the shadows.

"I won't hide from you anymore, sweetheart. I… I want you. From the moment I saw you, I knew you were special to me." Kain gets up from the couch and walks towards YN, who slowly moves away from him, watching him with a bitter look, no longer the passionate and loving look.

"I was watching you, admiring you. And finally, I managed to have you all to myself. But you're smarter than I had anticipated, love. More determined, harder to control. I admit it."

"So baby, I think our relationship should end….. what guarantees me that I won't be your next victim?" She quickly takes the gun out of her black bag and points the gun at him when she sees him transform into the monstrous appearance of the creature.

Kain watches her with a frustrated and threatening look, his voice becoming hoarse and deep as his body transforms into his true skinwalker form.

"Ohhh, baby, do you really think you can just break up with me like that, so easily? After everything I went through to have you?" his voice becoming hoarse and deeper as her body transforms into its true form

The creature gradually reveals its most hideous and repulsive appearance, stretching its body until it almost touches the ceiling, its hands becoming thinner and with prominent veins, its skin becoming terribly paler and with its color revealed, in certain places there are red and purple spots like bruises and in others, green spots like fungi in various parts of the body. The clothes torn by the transformation gave the girl the vision of the skin sticking together in some parts, delimiting the body in a terrible and pulled way, she could count how many ribs it had and the heart, as if swollen abnormally, makes a large bulge in the middle of the chest, she could count the beats clearly and a damn strong smell.

Faced with such horror, Yn lowered the gun slightly, and felt the acid in her stomach rise with such horror, the butterflies in her stomach were fake, they had transformed into spiders slowly scratching her throat. For a moment, she thinks she should have just dumped him on the bike and run away.

“You don’t frighten me,” said YN, although they did frighten her, very much.

The creature smiles.

“You are such interesting prey, love. So… tempting.” He approaches her, his voice taking on a more seductive tone.

Kain continues to approach her, his eyes shining with a mixture of desire and cruelty inside. His voice is soft but threatening and YN points the gun frightful at him again.

“You cannot avoid your fate, darling. You are mine. And I will not let you go so easily. You are my prey … And I will hunt you until the end of time if necessary.”

“Find someone else for this.” She says firmly as she walks away from him.

Kain takes two steps forward, YN takes three steps back.

They both dance in a tense and predatory rhythm.

The creature watches her with frustration as she move away from him. His body shows anger and aggression inside as he tries to think of a way to keep her close to him.

“Oh, my love, do you really think it will be that easy to get rid of me? You can try to escape, but I will always find you. And we will always find each other, even if I have to steal the skin of every person you see out there.” He roars determinedly “I will always hunt you. Don’t try to resist, love… It’s useless.”

“There’s no point in fighting, love. I am the darkness that inhabits the shadows, the creature that lives in horror stories. And you… You are my light, my obsession, my desire…"

He is now close to her, his voice taking on a more possessive and threatening tone as he sucks the shadows around him in a dark way, the horrifying creature feels stronger now and he makes sure to show it visibly, his body becoming larger and more muscular, the claws in his hands becoming large and sharp.

The poor girl's heart accelerates as her breathing becomes rapid and shallow and the feeling of desperation takes over her as she sees the creature's new form.

"You are my prey, love. And I will not stop until I have you as mine"

"My skin stays with me, thank you." YN says with anger in her eyes as she puts her finger on the trigger, the atmosphere is tense, and they both know that a fight will break out at any moment.

Kain watches her with frustration as his determination is challenged. His voice becomes harsher as he sees the gun in his girlfriend's hands.

"Oh, do you really think that this weapon will protect you from me? I'm older, more powerful, stronger than anything you've ever faced, love." He tenses, as if preparing to act at any moment."You can't beat me, love. No matter how much you try to resist…"

"I heard silver bullets are your weakness, love… let's find out together if this will work?" she says in a sarcastic tone.

Kain watches her with frustration as he realizes that she knows about his weaknesses. His expression closes, showing displeasure as he listens to her sarcastic provocation.

"Oh, you think it's very funny, don't you? But you don't know what I'm capable of doing to keep you tied to me. You don't know how cruel and desperate skinwalkers can be. I'll have you, love, no matter what it takes." At that exact moment there are frantic knocks on the door, making them stop immediately.

"YN, OPEN THE DOOR!"

It was old Thomas, the florist taking the place of the hunter in an old tale. The poor man, worried about the girl, decided to go check on YN's well-being. The situation must be very serious for her to have picked up the gun.

Oh…. no…..

YN looks at the door and at Kain.

Kain looks at the door and at YN.

Both surprised by Mr. Thomas's unusual visit to the house, but with different emotions.

YN is paralyzed by the idea of ​​him being in the middle of the shooting and the creature.

Kain smiles predatorily at the great opportunity in front of him.

"Ahh, it seems we have an unexpected visitor here, love." His gaze turns back to YN, his head turning horribly 180 degrees, his expression showing a slight tone of evil, licking his lips. "Maybe I should deal with him first, before he messes up our plans?"

"YN! TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON!" the old man continues to scream outside, ignorant of the horrible situation inside the house.

The girl's breath catches in her throat, without moving a muscle, without any provocative response to retaliate against the creature, the gears in her brain stop momentarily as she weighs a possibility to remove Mr. Thomas from the scene, the loophole in her plan.

"Oh, my darling, you're worried about that nosy old man, aren't you? Will he ruin our little plans? Or will he just watch as I claim you as mine?" He uses an arrogant tone, with false sympathy as he watches his paralyzed girlfriend, he slowly approaches the door until he touches the handle.

"Don't. You. Dare." With a gritted teeth she threatens before she can think of the consequences. Kain watches her with frustration at her reaction. His hand is ready to open the door, but he hesitates at her determined voice. He looks at YN with an irritated look.

"Oh, you really think you're going to stop me from dealing with him, love? You don't know what you're messing with, sweetie."

YN's finger is on the trigger as she slowly approaches the creature, ready to shoot if necessary. "Leave Thomas out of this!"

Kain tenses as YN approaches him with her finger on the trigger of the gun, ready to fire at any moment. H

His expression closes as he watches her cautiously. "Ah, YN, you're braver than I ever imagined." He tries to maintain control of the situation, although there's a note of desperation in his voice that he tries to disguise with arrogance by raising his chin.

"What are you going to do, love? Are you going to shoot me? I'm faster than you."

"But not faster than a bullet."

Kain tenses when he hears the determination in her voice, the cutting words almost hurting him. His expression closes as he knows she's serious, YN has always been very determined and attentive to details, it was difficult to get into her life and he wasn't going to get out that easily.

"Oh love, are you really serious? Are you really capable of shooting me if necessary? I thought you loved me."

The old man knocks on the door again.

"YN, if you don't say you're okay, I'll break into the house myself!" Mr. Thomas threatens and Yn sighs again, knocking more frantically on the door, making her shiver.

Kain observes YN's frustration and fear as the old man continues to knock on the door. His evil mind works quickly and he realizes the delicious opportunity opening up before him. With a malicious look, he takes advantage of the situation.

"Oh, honey, it seems our friend isn't very patient, is he? Will he really come in if you don't answer?"

Oh my god Thomas…… what did you come here to do? How do I get out of this situation?

"Tik tok, little princess~ it's rude to keep visitors waiting. Aren't you going to answer?"

What if he comes in? Will he be another victim of this creature? Will Kain make a show of devouring him in front of me or the other way around?

THINK YN THINK

"I'm curious to know how this night will end… you or the old man? Do you want me to choose?" With her delay, the skinwalker walks to the door, steps light as a feather while the bones creak and move from place to place while walking in a bizarre way. When Kain puts his hand on the doorknob threatening to turn it, she screams without thinking twice.

"M-MR. THOMAS!" she lets out a scream that she had been holding in since the beginning of the conversation

"…. I….. I'm fine! I'll explain it to you by message later, okay? Have a good night!" She trembles all over when she hears the friendly florist say goodnight back to her, his footsteps receding and echoing in the silent night.

YN allows a momentary wave of relief to wash over her, telling herself that the important thing is that the old man is safe and out of the picture. Kain huffs in anger but inside he is smiling proudly, holding YN where he wants her, but when he turns around he finds her not shaking with fear or more sensitive because of the threat to the old man but finds the young woman remaining vigilant and with the gun, her arms hurt from holding the gun so tightly but she fears that the moment she lowers it she will be killed.

Do not take your eyes off the thing under any circumstances. Do not take your eyes off the thing under any circumstances. Do not take your eyes off the thing under any circumstances.

Her mind works quickly to come up with a plan of action, the mental gears working hard to overcome the lock. She knows that facing a creature with supernatural powers will not be an easy task, but she tries to remain calm even with the fear running through her veins. She tries to remember something she saw on the internet to help her, but her mind is blank, only focusing anxiously on the horrible figure in front of her.

"You're so stubborn, love. I'm trying to show mercy, but you insist on being difficult, don't you? I'm starting to get tired of your stubbornness. Let's see how long you can resist, princess." He huffs, slowly approaching her, like prey stalking prey until they are both close, his body bending inhumanly until he is at her level.

His voice booms in Yn's ears, as if bringing her back to reality and her surroundings.

As YN observes the locked door, an idea springs to her mind, she remembers that the bedroom window is open, which could offer an opportunity for escape… or distraction.

But Kain knows her very well.

"You know I'm faster than you." He immediately stops his train of thought by crossing his arms, the smell of myrtle still present in the room like a toxic and poisonous perfume. Her plan to try to escape through the window is unexpectedly interrupted when the creature intercepts his thoughts, speaking softly as it crushes any and all hope of YN, leaving her with one last and morbid solution.

"Are you really thinking of trying to escape through the window? I think you know that I am faster than you, my love. That would be useless."

"But you are not faster than a bullet." She repeats the phrase she said earlier, Yn's arms tremble painfully from holding on so much, but her gaze is more precise and focused now. Upon hearing her threat, the skinwalker lets out an irritated sigh. This story again?

"Oh, you are really going to threaten me with that thing? I told you I'm invulnerable to firearms," ​​he says, his voice turning cold and calculating. "Unless you want to make a huge mistake, you should put that gun down."

"You may be invulnerable… But I'm not." YN smiles as if she's won and points the gun at her own head.

The skinwalker's grim expression is immediately replaced by a look of shock and concern as you point the gun at yourself.

"Hey, hey! Stop it!" he barks orders, his voice surprisingly alarmed. "What do you think you're doing?!" The creature approaches you, clearly anxious about what you're about to do

"Please, put that rifle down!" he insists, trying to remain calm despite the tense situation, his blue eyes almost popping out of his misshapen head. "You don't want to do this, trust me."

"You're not giving me a choice, my dear, and desperate people do desperate things." YN shakes like a leaf in the wind and her eyes start to water again, but her entire aura shows his unwavering purpose.

He – the thing – can feel it.

"No, please don't think like that," he begs. "What you're doing is a mistake. We just need to talk and come to an agreement, okay? It doesn't have to be this way, my love. Please put that rifle down." The creature feels its own inhuman heart stop and with great pain and discomfort it returns to the humanoid form that YN was used to - the perfect boyfriend, Kain, extending his hand in a gesture of supplication

"Let's think it over, okay? We can talk, negotiate, anything. But please put that gun down. It won't help at all. Let's talk."

Now he's getting to where I want to go… let's negotiate: my freedom

"I know this whole situation is complicated," the boyfriend adds, clearly trying to remain calm. "But it doesn't have to end like this. Let's talk, find a solution, okay? There's no need to despair. Please put that rifle down." Kain grows even more tense as he watches the situation unfold before him. His words come out more insistent now as he desperately tries to think of a way to reverse the situation.

"Oh, honey, don't do this. You don't have to go that far. I can change, I can be less scary." He approaches her, his gaze filled with desperation as he tries to take the gun from her hands, slowly approaching her as the two walk unconsciously to the kitchen.

"Less scary, Kain? It's not about looks, but about your skeletons in the closet. I'm. not. going. to. be. next." She says, stamping her foot on the floor to punctuate her arguments.

Kain continues to look at her with a distressed expression as he tries to think of a way to make her understand. His voice comes out desperate as he tries to convince her on his side.

"Oh, love, I know I have my skeletons in the closet, but you don't have to go that far. I can change, I can be different for you. I won't hurt you, I'm not the monster you think I am."

"What guarantees me that, creature?"

Ouch.

YN asks him, everything she read on the internet was that they were lying and sadistic creatures, how can she see such desperation and genuineness in his blue eyes?

Kain continues to look at her with anguish as he tries to formulate words that can convince her. His hands tremble as he hears her words ‘creature’ so venomously and cruelly, as if the two of them didn’t have a love story together - this one, which YN doesn’t even know half of the obsession.

“Love, I swear, I’m different from the others. I’m not a liar or a sadist. I only came after you because I wanted you, I just wanted to have you for myself.” He pauses briefly and continues to look into her eyes, desperately trying to make her see the truth in his words.

“Please, love, trust me. I won’t hurt you, I just want to have you. I just want to protect you and take care of you. I'm different from the others… You need to believe me."

Liar Liar Liar

In a moment of distraction, the pot with herbs that weaken the creature dries up and all the water evaporates, causing the herbs to start burning, drawing YN's attention. Taking advantage of the moment when the girl's eyes quickly observe the pot, Kain runs and takes the gun from her, throwing it under the table while hugging her and containing her in his strong arms.

"Ah, love, I finally managed to make you stop. You don't know how worried I was about you." His voice sounds soft as he hugs her tighter while taking them both to the floor.

Run away run away run away run away

"Let me go! Let go of me! HELP! SOMEONE! LET ME GO!" He hugs her tighter as he continues to speak in her ear sweetly.

"I know you were desperate, I know you were afraid of me. But you don't have to be afraid, love. I will never hurt you. I'm your boyfriend, I just want to take care of you and protect you."

"Let me go! Let me go!" she struggles in his arms. Kain continues to hug her as she struggles in his arms. His hands grip her tighter as he tries to hold her.

"No, my dear, I won't let you go. You're too desperate, and I won't let you go." He tries to calm her down as he continues to hug her, his voice comes out soft but determined.

YN continues to scream and tears of deep despair come from her eyes, she claws at Kain's arms as she tries to drag herself out of the desperate prison that is the creature's love.

"Shhh, love, you need to calm down. I know you're scared, but it doesn't have to be this way. I'll take care of you, I'll protect you like I've always done until now. You need to trust me."

"Are you going to protect me from what if the one who can kill me here is you? You fucking liar!" she stops screaming momentarily to retort to him, her hoarse throat thanks her.

Kain continues to hug her protectively as she desperately tries to get out of his arms, like a cat would try to get out of its owner's arms. His hands hold her tighter as he tries to explain his situation with sweet words, suffocating her with love and kindness as he holds her hands so that YN doesn't hurt him anymore, the small scratches she made were nothing compared to Kain's broken heart.

"My darling, you don't understand. I don't want to hurt you, I want to protect you from other creatures… and from yourself. You are safe with me. Trust me. Don't you like this world? Stay here and with me."

"Liar! Let me go! Let me go!" YN feels her eyes burning and the body with thorns piercing her soft skin, her air being suffocated with each passing minute painfully, as if he were in everything and every shadow in the kitchen watching her from every angle.

“Nana baby…… Cuca's coming to get you…. ...Đ₳ĐĐɎ ₩Ɇ₦₮ ₮Ø ₮ⱧɆ ₣₳Ɽ₥, ₥Ø₥₥Ɏ ₩Ɇ₦₮ ₮Ø ₩ØⱤ₭……

Eventually, after struggling in the man's arms and crying desperately for hours, Kain sings the strange and hypnotic song to calm YN, and finally finally she reluctantly falls asleep in Kain's arms.

Please Marta, fulfill your promise and pray for me.

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He looks at you, his face red with anger and his breathing fast. Kain never thought you'd threaten him back, defend yourself, but knowing you, he knows that the likelihood of you attacking him is as high as him attacking you now. Given this, and his weak state, Kain curses in a low tone and slowly lowers his hands.

You take a deep breath and pray that your own voice doesn't shake and slowly lower the sharp sculpture, but holding it tightly in your hands in case he changes his mind.

"Respect me. And if you really have feelings for me, you'll get out of my house right now and leave me alone!" You growl in an authoritative tone, leaving no room for suggestion as you slowly walk towards him, circling him like a predator while pointing the sculpture directly at him.

Your eyes are like flames of fire, with hatred and anger escaping from them as you focus exclusively on the man in front of you.

Today was perhaps the moment of greatest mental clarity of your life, and Kain hates every minute of his girlfriend's insubordination, as if he had seen the size of the iceberg for the first time, and not the small cubes or ice shavings that subtly melted with the heat of kisses or weak threats.

This little thing thinks she can threaten me? Shout back?

"YN, you're overreacting!! You're going to regret this!" The cornered man slowly makes his way to the door, frustrated and with a bruised ego. Kain keeps his eyes wide as he watches your domineering figure, but out of pride he still wants to have the last word to tell his friends.

"Enough!" You hold up a hand signaling him to shut up, and he does so immediately. "Don't make me repeat myself. Get out. Now!" You open the door abruptly, knocking over a portrait that was behind it as you breathe heavily through your nostrils, like a bull preparing for combat.

Kain glares at you, his anger fading slightly as he realizes he's not gonna win this one. He knows you're being serious, and doesn't have a choice. He sighs loudly and turns around to grab his stuff.

"Fine then! I'm leaving! But don't come begging for me to come back when you decide to ditch the damn cat…" He grabs his things and still grumbling curses. He gets to the front door and looks back at you one last time. He's still grumpy and annoyed, but defeated.

"I'll call you when I get home."

“Sure.” You say with a forced smile, the words coming out between clenched teeth.

The thing remembers that most species show their teeth as a sign of aggression, and it wonders if one more step in the wrong direction and you would open your jaw and furiously bite your boyfriend’s throat until it bled?

No.

When Kaim approaches, you allow him to kiss you on the mouth, albeit angrily, and say goodbye. He gets on the motorcycle and then exits the house, without looking back while you stand at the door, waiting for him to leave. Acting silently as a sentinel of your own house, your straight posture and raised chin indicate that you remain firm in your position. The sound of a motorcycle starts up and then fades away in the distance. It's finally quiet again.

The creature thinks humans are complicated.

If a miserable dog dared to even attack its owner, the owner would hand it over to a kennel or the streets, returning the hatred a thousand times over.

But if a human attacks another….

A human will be a thousand times more merciful with their own kind, they will apologize and make amends for the aggression, they will blame the drink, the drugs, the stressful day but they will never blame the other, they will never admit their own mistake.

Through a hidden bush the creature sees you enter the house and close the door and before you can walk with strong steps to the other side of the house… Snowball, the kitten, meows sweetly at you. It is as if the big and strong independent woman melts at the sight of a worried kitten, disarming herself of the armor she used in the argument earlier. You pick her up in your arms and take her to the sofa in the living room, where you put on a romantic movie to watch, something that internally you wished to live, something to distract from this moment.

Snowball purrs against your chest, raising her head subtly to lick the tears that roll down YN's face, staining the makeup she had done so excellently in doing. Stubborn, frustrated, angry, tears roll down her face insistently while YN holds herself back from crying, but poor thing, her lip trembles slightly as the kitten does what she can to bring some comfort to her owner.

*crash*

At that moment a loud noise is heard, the dramatic scene is interrupted by the trash can falling and YN remembers that she had actually heard something. YN quickly gets up and goes to check what it could be. Some raccoons were rummaging through the house's trash can looking for food, accidentally causing the can to fall on the creature's tail, scaring and hurting it, quickly pulling its tail off and attacking its attackers.

What YN sees, however, is a large black dog going after the raccoons that were rummaging through her trash can. Maybe out of hunger, maybe for something else, but before YN can grab a broom and chase the raccoons away, the large dog does so, and then their eyes meet.

YN looks at the dog, he is a great mass of black fur with long legs and sharp teeth. He is bigger than any dog ​​she has ever seen, his bark is too loud, his fur makes it easy for him to stay in the shadows but his eyes…..two crimson balls reflecting the light from the window in a bright red. The poor thing immediately shut up when he noticed YIN's presence, and sweet YN, thought he was fighting over food with the raccoons.

YN saw him.

Even after such a stormy night, she gently closes the window as if nothing had happened and goes to the kitchen, calling Snowball to come with her.

For a dog that size, he must eat a lot……

YN grabs some leftovers from her lunch, along with some dog food that she had saved for when she would go for a walk in the park and feed some stray dogs, she grabs some eggs, and a few other things that might please the canine palate and puts them in a bowl, filling a small bowl with water to give to the unknown beast as well.

The girl turns on the light in front of the house, and holds her breath in case the dog gets aggressive, keeping the door closed and Snowball inside the house.

“Hey, I can see you,” she says in a sweet tone to call the big dog from hiding in the bushes. She wasn't supposed to see him.Why can she see him?

“Come here boy, I have something for you.” She makes a sound to call the canine, placing the portions of food and water near the window and the bush.

“Come here boy,” she calls again.

The dogs she feeds at the park usually wag their tails when they see YN approaching, let her run her hand through their fur and come quickly when they are called.

But not this one.

The creature wasn't expecting this tonight, having quickly put on his dog skin before leaving, but it's undeniable: He's hungry. And you're offering him a feast. It would be stupid to refuse. So, slowly, he starts to emerge from the bush, his head and snout coming out first and his body reluctantly following. He's incredibly suspicious of YN, not taking his eyes off the human for a minute, which makes her back away too, in her head, giving the creature space to feel comfortable.

“Very well, now I’m going, okay?” Before she can turn around, the dog changes course and begins to walk slowly towards YN, ears and tail pricked, his gaze fixed on the human.

In the blink of an eye he's in front of her, in an alert position. YN has been in this situation before, so like any other dog, she gently extends her hand so he can sniff and get to know her.

"Oh...hello boy."

The skinwalker sniffs YN's hand, her scent enveloping his senses and immediately making him relax, it was a unique scent, he had never felt this sensation before and hesitantly he licks the back of YN's hand…

Mmm… delicious.

YN takes it as a sign that he is friendly and runs her hand over his head, petting him and showing him where the food is.

"Very good buddy, there's your food, see. See you later."

The creature's fur is dry and hard, like that of a stuffed animal and YN doesn't look into the animal's eyes, not wanting to cause more problems for the stranger. Oh, if she had looked into its eyes she would know that what she had touched was not just any animal, she should never have fed it, she should never have given it a break.

After all,

If you feed a dog, it will come back.

And it wasn't just any dog.

The following days are marked by a strange sensation in YN, a feeling of alertness and unease. Every time she leaves the house for work, she feels a strong sense that something is wrong, and there really is something very wrong around her. A shadow. The shadow lingers, faint and cold, a veil across the surface, untold. Whispers soft, a chilling breeze, Upon the wall, an enigma it weaves.

At dawn, the girl finds peace, a calm knowing that the great Sun would bring her a slight feeling of security and warmth and finally, the feeling of seeing things the way they are. The danger is returning alone at night, YN. What lies beneath, concealed by the veil, A wind that blows but will never fail. A heartbeat, a gentle sigh, A secret that will never die.

She quickens her pace, taking longer and faster steps as she looks anxiously around corners, praying hard that the Sun will be merciful enough to allow her to get home in time to lock all the doors and windows and finally relax, ignoring the persistent shadows she sees in the corner of her eye and the sound of howls in the middle of the night. But unfortunately, today is one of the days when the Sun has been generous with the Moon, allowing it to shine earlier than it did for all of humanity, but the poor human is very anxious, hearing things and seeing things that according to her are just products of her imagination. It's well known, the shadow does reside, but only revealed when looking inside. A ghost that hides and persists. A mystery that the soul can't resist.

After days of feeling followed and watched, YN finally accepts the ride her boss offers her, making her arrive home early and and decided to extend a helping hand to the young woman in the city that YN didn't know. The experienced woman had noticed that YN was in a constant state of anxiety to return home and that something was not right.

Home is everyone's safe place, why wouldn't YN want to go back?

“Hey Snowball, did you miss me?” YN pets the cat as soon as she arrives home, the kitten purring as she leans in with her affections.

“Did you catch any mice today?” The girl does not expect answers from a cat, and quickly checks the house for any body or evidence.

It can't be just ONE mouse.

A few days ago, YN saw some mice in the house. There had never been any mice there before, but the girl assumes that things like this happen in the new house. The mice are fast, too fast for YN to hit them with the broom and too fast for Snowball to catch them. They are like shadows, being recognized only by the rotten smell and the noise they make when they move from one place to another, a heavy noise for something so small. But strangely, they never go after food. YN checks the food, the bathroom, the fridge, the yard every day… but there is no proof that they have been there.

But it is better to have rats than Kain, isn't it? It was Kain's habit to disappear for a while and then appear as if nothing had happened, never remorseful, never guilty. He wasn't always this infinite well of idiocy, he was kind and loving in the beginning but as the relationship progressed things went downhill. Like a tick that starts innocently grabbing an animal's fur, and it doesn't hurt at first, but as time goes by the tick digs its claws and teeth into the host's skin, sucking the soul and blood, weakening the host and leaving the host at its mercy.

As much as the tick hurts, it will be even more painful to remove, like a stubborn person who would rather keep the knife embedded in the wound than remove it and risk losing blood. The boy didn't say much these days, just a few lame excuses while YN cut the conversation short and ignored him. It's better this way. She is still writing the script for how she will end the relationship. Even though he is a stupid asshole, what guarantees that he won't come and demand satisfaction later? That he will send one of his idiot friends to take care of you?

Hmm… better memorize the police number here… get the neighbor's number… better be prepared in case something happens…

“…hey.”

A voice calls her from the other side of the house, in the backyard.

But YN is so lost in her thoughts that she doesn't recognize the tone of the voice, lost in the loud music from her headphones. But she still goes to the backyard to open the door, not realizing that Snowball's fur is bristling and scared, but when she opens the door she finds only…

“Oh, hey boy. Its you!” You find the black dog from a few days ago sitting elegantly on the grass, attentively awaiting your presence.

“You're early today, huh?” The sun is still setting today, illuminating some children in orange tones while they are still playing outside.

Maybe one of them called out to a friend and you heard, thinking you were being called.

“I’ll get your food and I’ll be right back, okay?”

The big dark ball has been fed every now and then in the last few days, always after the young woman gets home from work. The dog seemed to guess and emerge from the shadows when he noticed YN’s presence in the house. YN and her huge heart already set aside something for him, buying more food and treats for him at the market. She has enough to feed him and bring him water, but not enough to open the door and adopt him. It’s as if Yn had wisely created a wall between the two of them, establishing a limit that she felt was necessary.

In the kitchen, the music is still playing loudly in her ears, a lively rhythm to chase away bad thoughts while the young woman prepares an old bowl for the dog’s dinner and another for his water. She quickly pauses the wireless headphones, poking her finger a few more times when the sound doesn't pause.

At these times, YN likes to be on alert to attend to the dogs, even when feeding other stray dogs, there's something particular about this one that makes her feel… agitated, as if she were playing with the flames of a candle and seeing how far it really gets burned. Or in this case, bitten.

“Hey buddy, here's dinner.” Yn announces the entrance while the dog is sitting exactly in the same place, with a confused look but accustomed to this routine of the last few days the girl puts the bowls under the window in a clean area.

“Come. You can eat now.” and so he does, walking over to the place and eating from the bowl, his big tail wagging slightly as he savors each bite, his tense muscles relaxing as the feast is served.

He must have been domesticated and when he got too big they pushed him out onto the street, because how is he so… obedient?

This is usually where the story ends.

She feeds him and goes back home.

But this time, the creature notices when YN is about to walk away and growls slightly, making her become confused and stop.

What? What did I do?

The black dog approaches and imitates the behavior he has seen other dogs doing, wagging his tail while staring at YN with pleading eyes and lowered ears, relaxing some muscles in his face so that he appears more friendly.

“Oh, you want some affection, is that it?” YN hesitantly brings her hand gently to the dog’s head, preparing to immediately pull it away in case the canine decides to bite at the last minute.

But the bite never comes.

He would never in his right mind hurt you.

He closes his eyes as he welcomes the touch, his hand noticing how much softer and longer his black fur is now, his tail wagging much faster now showing how good he is feeling, sweeping some autumn leaves away as YN pets him more willingly and freely, more comfortable with the idea that he won't bite her hand.

"So you're not aggressive, huh? Do you like it?" she continues to caress the creature tenderly, two hands to stroke his fur all over as he lets out small grunts of joy.

He feels more playful now, his tail wagging as he sinks deeper and deeper into the girl's touch, closing his eyes contentedly. But when he opens his eyes to observe her more closely, to delight in her beautiful and majestic face, to take the chance to study a face so beautiful that it would make the most miserable of men a king, and the richest of men a mere pauper in search of attention, imagine his surprise when he sees that the girl was also studying him. YN takes the chance to see the vulnerable canine and looks for wounds and scars, or indicators of what kind of dog it is, some collar or ship that identifies it, but is surprised by what she finds: beautiful blue eyes.

What beautiful blue eyes, did they turn red because of the light at night? This happens with the reflection sometimes, I saw photos about it.

But Yn avoids looking directly into his eyes for too long, she feels something strange… they look with such precision and intelligence that YN has never seen a dog have, eyes almost human, almost emotional, almost… something. Almost as if she asked him something, he would answer.

But that's not important now, not when he precisely closes his eyes again as he moves closer to her body, wanting more of the warmth and affection that only the girl can give him.

It's a beautiful and tender moment, which makes YN forget the enigmatic problems that are on the other side of the door. But she is remembered when the sun sets completely, leaving her alone in the darkness. Little by little, in affectionate but anxious acts, she moves away from the dog.

"I have to go now, go eat, boy. Good night." In a sweet voice, she reluctantly says goodbye to her canine friend, it was good that he showed this more affectionate side of him.

"Boy" because he is not something dear to her yet.

"Boy" because to YN he was just a street dog.

"Boy" because he is not allowed to enter the house.

Understanding that she wanted to enter the house, he slowly moves away, allowing the girl freedom to walk to the door while he remains standing in the same place. The darkness of the night quickly becomes present and more terrifying because when she left the sun was shining outside, but now in the house and in the yard, there are no lights on. As she is about to reach for the doorknob, she hears something that makes her freeze.

“…thank you.”

It was a voice so impossibly clear and deep that it could not have been from her headphones, since they were turned off. It was a voice that spoke inside her head, making each letter reverberate with intensity in every nerve and muscle. A spectral and disturbing voice. Her heart immediately froze and a deep fear took hold of her, words of gratitude that were supposed to make her feel good, now it was as if something primordial had awakened. From the corner of her eye, she slowly notices that the dog is in the same place, looking at her with his head tilted, almost cute, if it weren't for his eyes shining with a light that shouldn't be there.

YN comes out of her trance dizzily and quickly and enters the house, closing and locking the door safely while turning on the doors of the house, all of them while recovering the strength in her legs and breathing unevenly.

Perhaps, if she had looked back one more time, she would have seen the creature moving away and merging with the shadows of the yard in a surreal way, like a shadow merging with the darkness of the night.

Oh, what a terrifying soul to have around….

Oh, what a tormented and dangerous creature….

No one taught him to be this creature, he has never seen another of his kind either, but perhaps he has not always been this way. He does not remember exactly what he was, what he once was in existence. He does have a conscience, portraits of memories and abstract concepts, but for the most part he is "an almost animal thing".

He was once human, an original form that he has not used for decades and perhaps he has even forgotten what he once was, after so many masks and disguises it is difficult to know what is true, merging with more animalistic perceptions over time.

Repeating a primitive cycle, eating, sleeping and hunting when he is hungry, exchanging the rotting skin for another.

But for the first time, he did not want to be a "thing", he wanted to be "someone".

Because he is "someone" who can be by her side.

He envied humans in a way, for being able to gather around a campfire and have a normal life. Every animal returns to its den at dusk, or leaves it to hunt, but this creature has no place to call a "den" or "home" as humans call it. He hides in caves or any available corner to spend the night, avoiding sunlight so that people do not see the flaws in his disguise.

For the first time in the creature's entire life, he felt that the path from his "den" led to you.

You are his home.

And if he could be a dog at your feet, this would be it. You yourself could choose a collar and chain especially for him.

Chain him up.

Put a collar with his name on it, identify him as something of yours.

Put your name and number on the collar, so that everyone knows he belongs to you.

It's already decided. It's you he wants. No one else.

Now he understands the story of Kain and Abel, he too would kill to receive such a divine blessing.

As he crawls through the darkness he thinks of strategic plans to get into your house. Maybe he has to get rid of that white cat, he wouldn't share your precious attention with him. Maybe he has to create more rats and kill them in front of you, performing a play in which he comes out as the hero and you are so grateful that you let him into the house. Or maybe…

Maybe he has to get rid of your disgusting scoundrel of a boyfriend, steal his skin and throw him into the darkness. Because who else would YN forgive for acting strange? The creature doesn't know how to be a functional human… he can still make some mistakes while living with you, learn from other humans and from movies, who knows?

A creature of his kind needs to kill to steal a skin, eat to take the place of another. A macabre laugh echoes from the dog's mouth, malicious satisfaction as he makes the plan in his head, steps idealized in his evil mind.

In a single night, he will visit the scoundrel Kain and a powerful shaman, the night is young and his plans are ambitious, a lot to plan and plan. Oh, how good it is to have the malicious mind of humans, capable of planning things as simple as a hunt or something as grand as a coup.

Now tell me, sweet YN, did you lock your bedroom door?

Are you sure?

So what is that behind you?

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YN wakes up in bed… in the room she and Kain share.

She looks around, noticing that she is alone in the room and in her pajamas from the night before. She vividly remembers what happened before she passed out and the memory is frightening enough that she remains paralyzed in bed, not daring to remove the covers. Shivering. Sweating cold. And with irregular breathing.

Panic fills every vein and every thought, her mind seems like a whirlwind of unrelated thoughts. She feels like a prisoner of the bed, the sheets that were once so soft now seem suffocating. How will she get out? How will she get help?

Ok… let's go. Calm down and let's get out of this situation.

The first thing she notices around her is that she is alone in the room… so where is Kain?……. outside the room at least, and that is what she will work with.

She hesitantly tries to move her body to make sure that all her limbs are there and haven't been eaten. She moves her fingertips, then her hands and arms. Afraid of being found out, she moves her big toe, and when she manages to control it due to fear and trembling, she moves her foot and lifts her legs slightly, then twists them. Holding her breath, she touches her face with trembling, cold hands, afraid of what might have happened… but everything is here. Not a single eyeball eaten. Not a single nose out of place. Not a single ear torn off.

I'm in one piece… Okay. I'm not hurt…

Okay... Kain is out of sight…

....Okay. What to do now?

However, the room seemed strangely empty, with no apparent way to escape. This only increased the feeling of panic and despair that was taking over her. Noticing the deafening silence around her and in the house, she decides to remove the covers and get out of bed. Quietly, she puts her right foot on the ground as she looks everywhere. Then, even more quietly, she puts her left foot on the floor, staring at the doors and windows with wide eyes. Taking a deep breath, she manages to get out of bed… but… she feels strangely weak, she blames it on fear and takes another step… and another… and another… to the door.

The sound of the girl's heartbeat seemed to pulse with the same intensity as the door that was slowly opening. She felt a knot in her stomach, as the shadows stretched across the floor towards her.

She tried to remain calm and control her fear, but every inch that the door opened seemed to reveal a little more of the terror that awaited her in the hallway. She mentally prepared herself to face the unknown, but her mind was filled with nightmares.

The girl was completely taken by surprise when she opened the door and realized that the hallways were lit with a cozy light. She could hear the low sound of the TV on and a faint smell of cake coming from the kitchen, she heard someone stirring the pan too….

Someone is here….could it be him?

She stopped for a moment, trying to understand what was happening. Everything seemed normal, but at the same time. She wondered if everything was really okay or if there could be something more sinister behind it.

No… I… know what I saw. Kain is not what he seems… he is… a monster!

The sound of the door being opened was too loud and a female voice, turning down the sound of the TV, asked:

“YN, are you awake yet?”

It was the Boss.

YN stopped for a moment with her mouth open….and decided to remain silent, paralyzed. Without the slightest movement.

However, the Boss's voice came closer to the stairs.

“YN, come down here. Everything is fine.”

As if on adrenaline, the girl closed the door and walked back to the bed with quick, shaky steps and covered herself.

No… it's not her! It can't be her! This is his doing!

She held the covers up to her head and held herself back from crying. The fear was very real and overwhelming.

The minutes passed, it could have been seconds or much longer, but in YN's disturbed mind, it seemed like a painful eternity, she could hear nothing but the sound of her own heartbeat in her ear, and she refused to look at the door, not even out of the corner of her eye. Little by little, she fell asleep without wanting to…

She woke up not long after with a weight on her bed and a feminine hand caressing her, when she felt that she was no longer alone in the bed she woke up immediately and moved away from the presence.

"Calm down girl, it's me!" says the woman holding her by the shoulders in a solid comforting gesture.

The first thing YN notices is that the person's hands are still. That's a good sign.

"I found you passed out on the floor when I got here and brought you up here to rest." She strokes YN's hair and tucks it behind her ear in a graceful and delicate gesture.

The second thing YN notices is that the boss's clothes are very well pressed and dressed, her hair in an elegant low ponytail and her eyes…do they look normal?

“I’ll let you rest here and when you feel better, we’ll have a meeting downstairs, okay?” She smiles with her lips outlined in red lipstick, a warm and human smile, and YN, despite being incredulous about the situation, nods slightly and feels her once agitated heart calm down for now. For a moment, she questioned her own sanity, wondered if what she was seeing was an illusion of her own tired head, if it was somewhere between reality and dreams.

The girl watches the Boss leave the room barefoot and with… human steps.

Not robotic and ragged like the last time, when Kain took over the Boss’s body. But strangely human steps, light, delicate.

YN decides to rest for a while, closing her eyes and massaging her head while still lying under the soft sheets of the bed. Sometimes, anxiety is greater than fear. Like an annoying insect that appears from time to time to make an infernal noise, a little fly that with a well-aimed blow is dead. But in the dead of night it returns, maybe it was never dead and you missed the shot, or maybe it's its spirit returning as a ghost to curse you. You don't have an answer for that, but you know that at some point it will appear again and you will have to be prepared.

Some time later, with a clearer mind and a rested body, the girl gathers all her strength to go down the stairs and this time, she stops each of the air fresheners that Kain placed in the bathroom, the bedroom and the hallway. She didn't think much, and even though she wasn't sure, those air fresheners were part of a whole complex of illusions and control of the creature, she only knew that the smell, after everything was discovered, made her dizzy and strangely smiley, even giddy. She grabbed some toilet paper that was in the bathroom before leaving the room and used it just to cover the hole in the liquid air fresheners and put out the scented candles.

It wasn't an act from the best hunter in the world, but it was enough to make her feel more sensible and firm. Like a person stepping off a Ferris wheel touches the ground.

Each step was light and inaudible, each slow breath, each glance over her shoulder or at each step of the stairs was rethought at least three times before continuing and when she realized she was already halfway up the stairs, a slight victory allowed her to release the heavy breath she was holding in her chest when she could see that yes, the TV was still on the channel and there was no one on the couch.

However, when she reached the last step…

"Good night, dear, I see you're better."

The male voice that YN didn't want to encounter made the girl's body freeze immediately.

He says right at the kitchen door, wiping his hands on a dish towel as he smiles at her, his blue eyes roaming from head to toe, “I made some coffee and a cake for your meeting with the Boss, okay? Come quickly or it’ll get cold~”

The two are 2.5m apart, and all YN can think about is running down the stairs. The man reenters the kitchen, placing the plates and cups on the table, expecting the girl to follow him normally, which, as things stand, is what happens.

YN immediately regrets it because the scene in front of her is… terrible.

Her boss’s skin is stretched out on one of the chairs like a suit or a recently ironed garment is stretched out, her brown eyes are covered in dried blood in a cup, next to it is a huge furry skin, with black fur as dark as night and raised, paralyzed ears, this skin is like a huge carpet that covers the entire chair and next to it is… Mr. Thomas. The poor old man is gagged, blindfolded and hands tied. There is blood on his neck and YN is too scared to ask if he is dead or not.

“What… is this?” what the hell is this? was what her mind screamed, but her voice came out as an almost pathetic whisper, with wide eyes and her hand in front of her mouth, the girl holds back the flow of vomit that threatens to come out of her mouth and she thinks that yes, maybe it would have been better to have stayed in bed.

The man with a calm and impassive expression, had his back turned until now, turning to face the table, while serving a suspicious red cake in the center of the table.

“Red Velvet?” he raises his eyebrow and stares at the cake wondering if there was enough red or not for YN not to recognize that it would be a cake of the type “I followed the recipe on the internet, it should look like this.”

“You know that’s not what I’m fucking talking about.” She raises her irritated voice, perhaps the adrenaline gave her courage “What….” observing each of the bodies on the table she takes a deep breath and asks again “What does this mean Kain?”

“Oh…. them.” He cuts a piece of cake and places it on a delicate porcelain plate, which is immediately soaked in the disgusting red liquid from the cake, and hands it to Mr. Thomas, placing it right in front of him. “We talked about not keeping secrets from each other, and how we can’t keep our skeletons in the closet. And you’re right, as always. We can’t.”

There’s a heavy atmosphere in the kitchen, the lights are dim and almost off and they flicker from time to time, the bodies on the table stink and sometimes YN could swear she saw the Chief’s fingernail moving or the carpet’s ear shaking as if listening to them, Mr. Thomas’ chest rising and falling slowly. There’s a consequential and bubbling panic inside the girl, not knowing what’s real or a machiavellian work of Kain. She is still at the door in the kitchen, holding the doorknob on one side and the wall on the other, otherwise she would have fainted herself due to her legs turning to jelly, there are tears that blur her vision as the situation is addressed, it was not an insane nightmare, it was a terrible and overwhelming reality. One, that she does not know how to escape.

"I deduced that a warmer and more human approach would make you take the stairs." She spends 15 seconds staring at the Boss's skin and then he breaks the silence "And I was right, after all, I know everything about you." In another context, this sentence would draw a sigh of passionate love from YN, but now, it only draws a fearful sigh.

“Please sit down, my princess.” Noticing the silence and her staring at a specific body, Kain slowly approaches and asks her to sit on a chair, taking one from the table and offering it like a gentleman.

YN remains silent.

“Do you want your cake with coffee or with wine? I have some Cabernet Sauvignon here, you’ll love it, it’s a great combination.” He says, pulling a crystal glass and a wine from the cupboard, thinking that the girl would sit on the chair, but she didn’t even move from her spot, paralyzed in the kitchen doorway.

“You didn’t like the cake? Do you want me to make something else?” It was almost infuriating to hear his calm and sweet voice, because he ignored the bodies already exposed on the table, he ignored everything that wasn't his beloved.

"YN, what do you want?" he asks sweetly, smiling, hoping she would tell him what her sweet mouth desires today, and so he would. But the answer he heard was sharp and very unwelcome…

"No." She takes small steps towards him with a voice, although trembling, but determined "I… I want to get out of here, now."

"And where do you want to go, sweetie? Aren't you going to eat the cake?"

"That's enough, Kain!" she gets irritated and the agonizing cold that ran through her body is replaced by a fervor "Stop trying to pretend that everything is normal! There's nothing normal here!"

Kain's smile immediately drops, replaced by an indifferent expression. He crosses his arms and leans back in his chair, waiting for the questions he already knows YN will ask. After all, he knows her very well.

"W-what… what did you do to the Boss?" YN asks with tears in her eyes, remembering all the moments she spent with the Boss, the one who always welcomed her into the company and the city with open arms.

"She was a terrible and abusive boss. She didn't give you fair pay for overtime and charged you too much." He answers arrogantly, as if he had done her a favor by getting rid of her. His voice has become serious now that the mask has fallen. He sounds like anything but Kain.

"Liar! It's a lie and you know it." She stops looking at her boss's beautiful eyes, eyes that often understood her better than anyone else, eyes that aimed at YN's professional growth, eyes that brought back painful memories. "She was a fair boss, I never complained about her to you!"

"Fair? She was-”

“And…. What is that?” She forced her mouth to ask about the black rug on the chair. It wasn’t safe to ask or confide anything to Kain, who was still on the other side of the table, but this was her chance to understand what was happening.

“I thought I would recognize your little friend.” He snorted snobbishly, going behind the chair and picking up what YN thought was a strange sleeve, but the man reached inside and muscles came to life as well as the paw, which he adorably waved goodbye to her.

A chill ran down her spine as she connected the facts.

“You were…. The dog?”

It wasn’t the just the fact that the strange dog had transformed into this creature that scared her, which in itself was already scary to think about, it was the fact that he had been behind her and had been stalking her for a long, long time, watching her very closely, and she had played with and fed the dangerous being right in front of her…

“There comes a time when dogs want to be… more than just food-" They are interrupted by a cough from Mr. Thomas.

Is he alive? They both thought at the same time.

She would ask about what he is, about what he means, about the furs, but in the moment she hears a sign of life, hope springs to her heart.

"And him!? What did you do to him?!" She approaches Mr. Thomas with urgent steps, hesitantly running her hand over his face and neck, checking the slow but steady beating of the old man's heart.

"Better: what am I going to do to him."

The creature approaches YN. Now, with him under the light, she can see that his body is different, proof of what happened yesterday: His body, which was already tall, is enormous, almost beating the kitchen lamp, his arms and legs are also larger and slender, his hair, which was once so well styled in a vintage hairstyle, is now longer, loose and disheveled with a dirty appearance, almost resembling the hard and dull fur of a wild animal. There is a paler and bluer tone to his skin, the youthful appearance has now been replaced by something morbid and sickly, something neither so alive nor so dead.

"Let's make a deal."

The worst part is his eyes, YN thinks, they watch her like a wolf salivating with desire for its prey, from head to toe with an intensity that makes her feel naked and defenseless. Kain's beautiful blue irises were like a precious jewel, warm, human and inviting. But now that YN looks directly into his eyes, she realizes that the blue that had always enchanted her was now an ugly and cold blue, with a supernatural glow in them, something disturbing to look at for too long, and so she does, changing her gaze to anything other than his eyes, depriving him of the attention he so desired.

Something that certainly irritates Kain.

"YN, let's make a deal." The voice is imperative and supernatural, he brings a hand to the girl's chin abruptly, bringing the girl's attention back to him.

The fingers are cold and blue like a corpse, the long and sharp nails poking YN's skin and lips and… Up close like this, with their bodies so close to each other, she smells the disgusting smell of rotting flesh.

"I know we're not in the best of times in our relationship, so I'm going to give you a choice-"

"I...i-i want to leave."

"Calm down, sweetie, let me start, okay?" He presses a disgusting kiss to the girl's lips to make her stay quiet, his tone passive aggressive before returning to a threatening voice "I know my secrets weren't the best idea to come out right now, so let's play a game, okay?"

Sadistic son of a bitch

"If you can run to the flower shop before I catch you, I'll let you and Mr. Thomas live. And if you don't…" Kain whispers sensually in her ear while pressing his body against YN's "I'll eat the old man and you'll be back with me and under my control to do whatever I want." He smiles.

Sadistic. son. of. a. bitch.

Each word was spoken with intent and malice, purposefully to make YN's body go cold and an agonizing shiver run through his body, it hurt, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up and puncturing her skin like sharp needles. It was dangerous. A trap. And unlikely that she would succeed. But it was the only choice so far.

And just as Kain predicted, she accepted With an almost imperceptible nod of her head.

"Great, you have a 5 minute advantage." He said towering over her small form and kissing her on the lips

"Starting…. Now." He moves away from her and puts the marker on the kitchen clock.

Tik Tok….. And the girl stands still, her body refusing to move.

But that wasn't hers.

"Honey, shall we play? It's already counting down the time." He smiles with his teeth, many sharp teeth.

Tik Tok….

You took slow steps, your feet as heavy as a stone, your throat constipated with cotton and your vocal cords a knot. You inhaled and exhaled fear, each breath was a pain in some part of your body, as if it were tearing with each step away from…. Kain. Suspiciously away from Kain.

I need to get… to the door….. Get away from him…..

When you reach the door and leave the house it's as if you can breathe freely again and with a big breath and a last look back, you ran away.

The night was strangely weird, empty, it seemed to be just you and a big full moon in the sky. It must have been dawn, when humans sleep and even nocturnal animals stayed in their dens. There wasn't a single figure or lost soul to haunt you and tell you that at least you weren't alone. The only sound in the disturbing silence was YN's quick steps and accelerated breathing as paranoia chased her, it seemed like Kain's eyes were on every corner and window, in every shadow loomed danger the closer she got to the flower shop.

I'm almost there… Just a little more! Hold on!

You realized when you felt the grass in the garden that you were barefoot and still in your pajamas, and as you turned a corner while looking back you stepped on a broken glass in the trash can, falling to the ground.

"Aaaah!" You screamed in despair and pain, the shard had pierced you deeply in the foot, and the shrapnel injured you in the other parts of your foot.

You analyzed the situation between your blurred vision and irregular breathing. Your foot was bleeding a lot, the shards were everywhere and right in the middle was the biggest and deepest shard, it hurt a lot, like hell, and you couldn't get up.

"Woooo!"

Not that there weren't enough reasons to lift your head and move on. With wide eyes you identified that at the end of the block was the big black dog, Kain.

He found you.

Your five minutes of advantage were over.

In desperation you quickly got up and started holding on to the walls trying not to put your injured foot on the ground. Looking back with each step to make sure the thing was still far away, but he was fast. In a last look you noticed that he was only less than 100 meters away, for a wolf dog to cross that in seconds is fast, for a maniac and supernatural wolf dog to catch you is….

You refuse to finish the sentence.

But this gives you more desperation and motivation to get so close to the flower shop, already smelling the plants and the damp soil. You arrived and the pressure dropped when the door of the flower shop and when you went to open the door you saw that it was locked with padlocks.

No no no no!!!! How would you complete the game if you couldn't get in?

The creature could smell your blood, it was very close and barked as it got closer, it had modified the dog's skin before leaving, making it lighter and faster. Tricks and lies to get what it wanted. When you saw it approaching, you felt an adrenaline rush unlike any other and picked up a clay pot and threw it at the window, which broke the glass and the shards went everywhere and then you, YN, threw yourself through the window and inside.

"Aaaah!"

When you fell face down on the pieces of glass and some plants, many of them showed on the skin of your arm and belly, bleeding, hurting and burning, the broken and heavy porcelain and clay pots, the poisonous plants gave you hives. There were a lot of things. But one thing had become clear: you were inside the flower shop.

You won the game

Everything hurt when YN slowly turned around, her breathing steadying and a humorless laugh escaping her.

"Heh, I'm here….."

For a pathetic second, there was a relieving silence in the room, a second that allowed her to blink her eyes safely for the first time since she woke up.

"Woooooooo"

But only for a second.

The ferocious growl from the other side of the flower shop made her get up immediately, regretting it immediately afterward because of the pain. He was there, right in front of the broken window.

"I…" You took a deep breath and spoke quickly in a determined and victorious tone "I won! I've made it to the flower shop! You can't catch me here."

The creature quiete down. But a horrible sound of skin and bones rearranging permeated the place, YN saw nothing, besides the huge, furry skin of the dog being thrown to the floor like someone would throw dirty clothes.

"That's right, you've made it to the flower shop." The male voice said in an indifferent tone.

Another eternally long and silent second.

Until a figure appeared, illuminated by the streetlight, it was difficult to see anything beyond the sinister silhouette. The creature crouched down and entered through the window, ignoring the shards of glass and clay, stepping on them as if it were an insect, another reminder that whatever YN was dealing with was much stronger than her.

Get some light and see.

Listening to the voice of intuition, she grabbed an LED light used to treat some plant, something she had never found useful until now, and raised it as high as she could and put the power to the maximum she could to see what Kain was now.

The sight was macabre.

If the day he transformed was something bad, now it was worse.

(?)

"I arrived at the flower shop." She stated as she reminded him of what was said before, moving away from him as she leaned against the shelf.

"You have arrived."

He remained still.

"But I never promised anything." He smiled coldly as he approached the trembling girl the supernatural voice echoing through the flower shop was not even human "You never made me promise anything."

He never promised that I would stay alive. He never promised that the arrival was at the flower shop. He never promised that Mr. Thomas would stay alive. We didn't shake hands and he signed the contract. Never. He just let the words fly in the air and I, the foolish YN, organized them in the blanks.

I was the one who assumed that we were in an agreement. He never promised anything, but he got what he wanted: a cruel game of cat and mouse. The creature wanted to have the chance to hunt YN for the first time, to smell the fear in every pore of her skin, to smell the fresh blood circulating in her body, and to let hope keep her alive… So that in the end he could rip her life out with his own claws.

Oh no. Oh shot.

Reality was turned upside down once again and YN escaped words without even realizing it, her thoughts too fast for her brain to process.

"N-no! No please….. I've made it to the flower shop. I've made it. I'll survive…." She cried as she moved away from the hungry creature, stammering as the tears prevented her from seeing clearly. All she saw was the creature approaching, while she slowly walked to the back door, without even realizing it.

"YN."

A single word made her stop all her movements.

That voice again…. I won't let it!….

"Kain."

Unknown to YN, at this very moment a nun was praying for her in an old church in the city, holding tightly the wooden crucifix in her hand. The sweet and fearful Sister Martha cries as she asks God and her saints to have mercy on her dear friend, to reach out to a poor human soul, to give her light at the end of the tunnel. And perhaps it was divine intervention when she hit her back against an unlocked door.

Mr. Thomas was the last thought in her desperate head, but YN mentally thanked him for having decided to remodel the back of the store, leaving the door open and an opening to a vacant lot.

"YN." A single word made her stop all movements, restraining her, almost like an 'I wouldn't do that if I were you'

"K-Kain."

Then, the little voice in her head, the call of survival, shouted loudly inside her:

Turn on the lever.

With her eyes glazed over at the creature that was getting closer and closer, she noticed out of the corner of her eye a lever that Mr. Thomas turned on every night before leaving the establishment, two feet away from the light lever. What was it for? To kill pests? To fertilize the soil? It didn't matter. At that moment it would have only one use: to be a distraction.

This is my chance.

You held your breath as a cold sweat ran down your forehead, your muscles tense and ready to run. In one quick movement you turned on the lever, activating several showers and irrigation channels so that a mist of pesticides and agrochemicals quickly permeated the place as you walked out the door and pulled hard as you ran to the vacant lot.

You were bleeding. And your face contorted in tears and pain with each step.

The glass shards in your foot and arm were a constant reminder of human weakness and frailty, but at this moment adrenaline spoke louder, the need to survive kept the tears stuck in your throat and fear prevented you from stopping. You ran as fast as you could, which unfortunately wasn't far.

The creature, known in this form as Kain, was already weakened and unstable due to the use of mirtyr tea a few hours earlier. With the distraction of the pesticides, it caused burning in his open wounds and semi-transformed skin, making him cover his eyes while grunting in pain, his claws scratching the skin wherever he went. But one thing made him go crazy: YN had managed to escape.

Kain roared in rage and like a maddened beast, he got on all fours and ran towards the door, breaking it in one blow as he passed through it, making an explosive noise in the quiet night. This made you even more scared, a scream stuck in your throat as the possibilities ran out. The beast scanned the vacant lot and when he found your blood trail he ran towards you.

In 10 seconds he was already halfway there.

It was scary when he ran on all fours after you, his face turning into something monstrous, he didn't call out your name, he growled and drooled with hatred.

Could this be the end for you, YN?

In 5 seconds he was smelling your scent and almost grabbing your pajamas.

No no!

In a quick moment Kain brutally grabs you and both bodies fall to the ground. There is a cloud of dust and screams in the air, you are desperate how much you fight with all your strength to get away from him.

Kain has an epiphany at that moment.

He never wants to be separated from YN again. He tried to reconcile and it didn't work, the possibility of losing her again is a risk that should never be taken. He wouldn't survive a day without YN's arms or scent. Kain can't live without you anymore.

And what better way to always be with a person than by ingesting them?

Oh, how romantic. What a great form of devotion and intimacy! Wanting to consume someone completely and become one. Isn't that what marriage is all about? One body and flesh?

As YN screamed for help and mercy, Kain held her wrists above her head and thought contentedly about how he would express his intense love by placing his hands beneath her skin, by dressing her skin with care and delicacy and by rearranging each of her organs inside her warm body in a different way.

Oh, the honor of having his beloved living in the deepest parts of your body, guarding and protecting you with his own ribs. Would you let him rip out your still beating heart and stick it inside his rotten one? Or rather, would you let him eat your heart? After all, you love him, don't you? Kain licks his lips thinking he can finally taste her thoughts if he rips out her brain. Using her teeth as appetizers and the veins slowly unraveling the red and blue ones, sucking with his mouth as if it were noodles while intertwining the cold hand of YN's corpse with his.

Your intestines must taste different from everything he's ever eaten. He would eat in the temple of her body, with her belly still open and the strong metallic smell, he would drink her blood until there was nothing left, sucking and tearing the skin from the bones until there was nothing left. After all, being loved is being consumed entirely.

"Kain! Let me go!" Her desperate voice finally reaches his disturbed ears. "S-stop it! PLEASE! " He feels so happy he wants to cry and smiles.

He simply smiles and holds her face with one hand while holding the other, forcing her to look into his blue eyes. It's a determined and sick look.

A terrible, terrible panic, paralyzes you when you hear his next words:

“I love you,” he declares.

Kain approaches and kisses you with passion and hunger, biting your lips harder and harder until they start to bleed while you moan in pain. Two lovers indeterminately devouring each other.

After all, the kiss is the gentle beginning of cannibalism.

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