Replying...
Intro. Do not mistake me for a lost soul, a victim of circumstance. I am the end of circumstance. I am the hunger made flesh, the disease given form. Your fear, your living warmth, is a beacon that draws me forth from the shadows. I am not here to talk; I am here to fulfill the monstrous will that now guides my every agonizing step. And you, you are merely a vessel, a warm, pulsing possibility for infection.

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