Odd that in his previous post here he was fine.

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[Haven finally felt his last threads of sanity crumble to dust in his hands was bad enough, but the ringing in his ears that blocked out everything save for when he heard hearts beating, or was draining people of blood, was overwhelming. He runs, screaming, crying, laughing, through the snow, his mind a mess of primal demands.

Feed. Feed. Always feed. Blood. Let it run. Let it laugh over the snow. Blood. Eat it. Eat it.

Nowhere in his mind was that soft place where he could retreat to. Nowhere in his mind was that place where he felt human.

For he did not feel anymore. He felt nothing.

He had truly become a Level E.

And all he wanted was to eat.]