The world around Jin seemed to transform into a blood-red haze, like a thermal image extending as far as his eyes could see, engulfed in the searing heat emitted by the people around him.
It was a fleeting vision, vanishing as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a pounding headache that echoed through his skull.
"Eat, kill, eat, kill," the relentless voices whispered, their influence weighing heavily on Jin's already faltering resolve. He found himself baring his teeth, saliva dripping from his mouth in an unsettling display of primal instinct.
However, amidst the turmoil, a small plastic object fell to the ground near him. Summoning his remaining shreds of willpower, Jin's trembling hand reached out and snatched the item, tearing it apart with an almost frenzied intensity.
