Thud! Thud! Thud!
Kieee―!
The sound of heavy footsteps. A parasitic human was crossing through the darkness while making a strange cry.
The right arm of its host had been severed, with blood gushing out like a fountain. Yet, there was no pain. As a parasite, 'It' wasn't capable of feeling pain or any human emotion. At least, It was not supposed to.
Yet, for the first time in its short existence, It felt 'fear'.
It was trying to escape that thing. That monster.
All parasites were fragments of the existence known as the 'Faceless One'. Therefore, they only has the same goal and purpose— find humans, kill humans and spread itself using humans as a vessel. 'It' had stayed true to order engraved in its existence and attacked all humans it came across. But this time, it had encountered a being that etched the fear of 'death' into its very being.