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Master the controls: spacebar slashes, arrow keys navigate, dive into the action with intuitive keyboard commands for seamless gameplay.
description
The curse coils through his veins like a fever; every breath demands payment in blood. He counts the hours between kills—twelve, maybe fourteen—before the shaking starts, before his vision fractures into jagged shards of light. The first time, he told himself it was survival. The fifth, he stopped naming the faces. Now, when the hunger swells, he follows the pulse of strangers through shadowed streets, blade cold against his palm. Mercy died when the ritual scar etched itself into his chest, blackened and weeping. Their screams don’t drown the whispers in his skull—*again, again, again*—but the warmth of their last breaths against his wrist? That almost feels like living. Almost. He’ll carve through a hundred more to outrun the thing gnawing at his bones. Let them call him monster; at least he’ll be alive to hear it.
