Chapter 2 - Chapter 2: Memories...?

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📌 Synopsis:

> ⚠️ Warning: This story contains mature themes including violence, bullying, trauma, and psychological distress.

Not suitable for children. Parental guidance strongly advised.

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🩸 Chapter 2: Memories...?

The scent of blood still clung to me.

It soaked into my fur, lingered beneath my claws, filled my breath with rust and silence.

I had just killed a man. Not because he attacked me—

but because he deserved to die.

Now, I stood under the steaming water of a cheap hotel shower, scrubbing away the filth of his blood and… of myself.

> "Why did you kill that person?"

– "I saw his memories."

> "Memories?"

I wiped the mirror clean. A wolf's face stared back—

faint scars under the eyes, wet fur clinging to pale skin.

– "Better if you don't know, kid."

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Suddenly—

a knock. A woman's voice.

> "Housekeeping!"

– "Shit."

I activated the system. My body shimmered—vanished from view just as the door creaked open.

She stepped in.

She saw the corpse.

She didn't even scream before I struck, knocking her out with precision.

A flick of the system — her memory erased, the moment gone.

– "Just a worker. Wrong place, wrong time."

I opened a temporary void and dumped the bloody body inside.

No trace. No mess. Only necessity.

> "What are you doing now?"

– "What has to be done."

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I found a dark cloak, something big enough to hide my small frame.

I walked into the night.

Rain poured. The streets murmured.

> "They say the killer's a hybrid wolf kid. Dark fur. Sharp eyes. Small build."

I stopped in front of a shop window. A TV played the news:

> "Suspect wanted for murder at local hotel. Species: Wolf hybrid. Fur: Black."

– "Black fur, huh…? How long has it been since this body took a proper bath?"

> "I'm not dirty!!"

I snorted—almost laughed.

The boy's voice. Still lingering inside me. Still human.

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Then, a voice. Soft. Warm. Too out of place in this cold night.

> "Sweetie, are you okay?"

I turned.

An older woman.

Gentle eyes. A familiar warmth.

> "It's her…"

The host's memories surged.

She used to feed this boy. No questions. No judgment. Just kindness.

– "I'm fine."

I said it short. Cold.

> "You must be hungry. Let me make you something…"

I vanished. Silent.

Left behind a stack of bills—taken from the man I killed.

A final "thank you," spoken not by me... but by the soul that once owned this body.

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The city wailed with sirens.

Police cars blurred by.

I kept walking.

Not running.

Just hunting.

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[System Log: Emotional Overlap Detected — Host Sync 87%]

[Warning: Emotional Deviation Rising]

[Host Status: Stable. For now.]

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And in the reflection of every wet window I passed—

the boy I once was… slowly faded.

Replaced by the wolf they created.

Not the hunted.

The hunter.

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🐺 END OF CHAPTER 2

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