Darkness engulfs everything, and a monstrous creature with a human form is devouring the blood of a helpless person. Zalk, gripped by fear and agony, runs as fast as he can, desperate to reach the victim. But no matter how much he tries, the distance never closes. He screams, pleads, and pushes himself forward, yet an invisible force holds him back.
Suddenly, a whisper, laced with mockery and disdain, echoes in his ears—"You are weak."
Zalk jolts awake, drenched in sweat, his body trembling with fear.
"That was…" zalk murmurs to himself, his voice filled with unease and sorrow.