Twenty two_ Full moon

Lyca

As I gaze at my reflection in the mirror, I gently caress my face. The room is bathed in the soft glow of the full moon, casting a mesmerizing light upon me. I observe my hands, which slowly transform into the shape of a wolf. It's happening again... I can see it unfolding right before my eyes. I can feel every bone breaking, every inch of my skin tearing and ripping. It's painful... incredibly painful. But the most agonizing part is the insatiable craving for blood. I can't control it. I need blood, and if I don't satisfy this hunger, I fear I will lose my sanity.

"Lyca, let's venture into another dimension and quench your thirst for blood," my doppelganger suggests. I tilt my head in agreement, hearing the fiend rejoice while the ghoul sarcastically remarks, "What's so amusing, fiend? It's just another world, perhaps similar to ours."

"Stop being a killjoy, ghoul. If you don't want to come, you're free to stay here," I retort.

"Let's see if I can do that," the fiend laughs,