I should be in the classroom reserved for detention but I was back at the bleak place again. That place thrummed with filth and despair, just like before.

I sighed when a woman's despairing cry echoed in my soul, tearing at me, reprimanding me, drawing me back from the edge of a great precipice. Had I fallen asleep during detention?

It was just as before.

Every cell in my body craved food and something else, something I could lay my finger on, mostly because I had rehearsed the dream by now.

Blood.

The hunger raked at me with merciless claws until a red haze covered my sight and my pulse...