My life consists of three things:
Hunger. Anger. Death.
Hunger I’ve gotten used to, while anger fuels my soul and keeps me going.
Death is something to celebrate.
The look in someone’s eyes when they know they’re about to die is unforgettable.
In that single, heart-stopping moment, they realize the end is coming for them.
The tears of desperation flow, until the very last second and their terrified soul quakes and tries to flee their worthless corpse There’s no denying the end is coming.
Before them stands a beautiful death, and he's hungry.
Monsters aren’t we all?
Please be advised: **This book contains mild violence and other mature themes.**