He knew whose blood was splattered across the floor, on the walls. He wondered about them; wondered if spiritual fragments of them lurked within the hollow structure. The thing inside the room opposite of him, was it another memory? Was it real? Did it have flesh for him to devour? The large man seemed to hesitate for a moment, unsure how he could find concentration with the echoes of a dying child from the invisible stairways down to the basement. Whoever it was in the other room was blocking his desired path. Deadly fangs were revealed as his lips pulled back to find his lust. He crouched slightly as he moved towards the doorway. Heart-rate remained slow and steady, untouchable and unchangeable until the first drop was to spill to the ground and bring it to life. Haku acknowledged hunger, acknowledged the opponent that so foolishly would try to keep him from what was rightfully his. Muscles tensed and exploded into motion and brought him in through the door way and into the face of his hidden opponent.
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