Cloudhawk woke up to throbbing spasms of pain in his stomach. This familiar sensation had accompanied him his entire life and filled many of his memories. The scavengers referred to it as 'hunger', and it supposedly was a perpetual curse which the Creator had pronounced upon all living beings.

One of the creatures sank its sharp fangs into her neck, then gave it a vicious tug. Blood spewed out like a geyser, blanketing the area with a crimson hue. A second monster. A third. The black shapes competed to get at her, and bloody chunks of meat were ripped off of every part of the woman's body.

 In the blink of an eye, her stomach was torn open and her intestines and internal organs were all dragged out of her.

It was bloody, cruel, and terrifying!

This was a pair of long, slender, and sharp scalpels. One of the scalpels shot towards the man’s chest, while the other one was aimed directly at his forehead. There were absolutely no flaws in the speed, timing, or execution of this attack. The most terrifying thing of all was that it seemed as though the two scalpels had appeared out of nowhere! Even someone as incredibly perceptive as the mysterious man was completely unable to tell who it was who had launched this attack at him.