After devouring Landon during the first moments of his transformation, tearing into him with savage hunger, Ben had prowled the edges of the campus, hunting and consuming more students under the cover of darkness. With each kill, his strength surged. Now, having risen to Level 16, he returned, not as the lackey he once was, but as something reborn in gore and madness.
He had waited long enough. It was time to claim his prized target.
Confident, his footsteps echoed faintly as he emerged from the shadows and stepped into the street light. Blood smeared his lips and chin. His jacket hung open, both crimson-soaked hands casually slipped into its pockets as if mocking the stillness around him. His figure was loose, unbothered, yet every fiber of him screamed danger.
