I swear to… whatever, I swear I've enjoyed every second of it… The fullness of that thrilling sensation in my body growing, overwhelming like a deadly tsunami. Now I want more. I'm like those monsters in a way: once they've taken a bite, they crave for more. Now that I've sliced one of them, feeling nothing but pure extasy, I understand I may have turned into a cold-blooded killer.

Sam and his sacrosanct humanity won't stand in my way for long. I now have this urge to kill…

Then something in my brother's eyes becomes my beacon of hope.