"The killing machine has stopped working." Magnus barged into the house with something etched on his face.

It was the following week after I had finally snapped and turned normal once more. Drinking blood was a vital need and often times I found myself craving it than just wanting it. There were times where I had to hold myself back from harming anyone that had returned into the house, especially the workers here. But it wasn't anything worse than before. I was no longer losing my mind over it and distracting myself from having it was easier.

I held the can of the soda in my hand tighter before raising...