Eon_173

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Synopsis:

> ⚠️ Warning: This story contains mature themes including violence, bullying, trauma, and psychological distress.
Not suitable for children. Parental guidance strongly advised.




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> They called him weak. A mistake. Trash.

A young hybrid wolf boy, bullied to the point of suicide in a world where strength decides worth.

But death wasn’t the end. It was the beginning... for someone else.

A brilliant scientist, murdered in his own life, returns in the boy’s body — with only one mission: erase everything that broke him.

He doesn’t want forgiveness.
He doesn’t want peace.

He wants them to feel what it’s like to die forgotten.

This isn’t justice.
This is the horror they created.

They Made Me A Monster

> ⚠️ Warning: This story contains mature themes including violence, bullying, trauma, and psychological distress.

Not suitable for children. Parental guidance strongly advised.

The scent of blood still clung to me.

It soaked into my fur, lingered beneath my claws, filled my breath with rust and silence.

I had just killed a man. Not because he attacked me—

Now, I stood under the steaming water of a cheap hotel shower, scrubbing away the filth of his blood and… of myself.

I wiped the mirror clean. A wolf's face stared back—

faint scars under the eyes, wet fur clinging to pale skin.

– "Better if you don't know, kid."

I activated the system. My body shimmered—vanished from view just as the door creaked open.

She didn't even scream before I struck, knocking her out with precision.

A flick of the system — her memory erased, the moment gone.

– "Just a worker. Wrong place, wrong time."

I opened a temporary void and dumped the bloody body inside.

No trace. No mess. Only necessity.

I found a dark cloak, something big enough to hide my small frame.

Rain poured. The streets murmured.

> "They say the killer's a hybrid wolf kid. Dark fur. Sharp eyes. Small build."

I stopped in front of a shop window. A TV played the news:

> "Suspect wanted for murder at local hotel. Species: Wolf hybrid. Fur: Black."

– "Black fur, huh…? How long has it been since this body took a proper bath?"

The boy's voice. Still lingering inside me. Still human.

Then, a voice. Soft. Warm. Too out of place in this cold night.

She used to feed this boy. No questions. No judgment. Just kindness.

> "You must be hungry. Let me make you something…"

Left behind a stack of bills—taken from the man I killed.

A final "thank you," spoken not by me... but by the soul that once owned this body.

[System Log: Emotional Overlap Detected — Host Sync 87%]

[Warning: Emotional Deviation Rising]

And in the reflection of every wet window I passed—

the boy I once was… slowly faded.

Replaced by the wolf they created.

Chapter 2: Memories...?