You’ve got under 40% demon blood

You barely get the word out before the hound jumps at you. Its powerful paws throw you down on the ground. Before you can even scream, one head bites into your shoulder. The second tears into your arm. There’s pain and blood, and you don’t know where that third head is.

Oh, there, in your stomach. Ripping and tearing, the beast feeds from you. There’s no escaping your gory fate.

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