Ever met a hungry man before? Like intensively hungry? His looks are dangerous and pitiful. At this point Ken was hungry, he hadn't seen this coming. Thinking fear and brutality was the best way to keep his companion checked, finally he was left with no one, nobody.

Ken galloped about in search of his prey, his veins were palpable. He had the dagger clutched with his teeth, his Savage hands piercing through the twisting bushes. He muttered some words with the bloody blade in his mouth. He seemed to have forgotten all about the stab wood on his shoulder as sweat and blood kept pouring down his skin.

It was...