Warm memories, sweet to the taste, are the "past's" favorite food—add a soak in fear, and they become perfect.
The screams echoing through the Corridor Hall excited the "past" immensely; the fear of the living was like chilled alcohol—one gulp only made it crave another.
It loathed something amidst the crowd, but as long as it avoided that thing, it could savor the deliciousness unimpeded.
The Monster's first attack was effortlessly successful. After it devoured that person, a new pair of arms grew from its lower body.
Its nails scratching the ground, it picked another tricky angle to charge at the crowd!
Screams rose again. Everyone's mental defenses were on the brink of collapse as they desperately pushed backward—knowing that once the screaming stopped, the Monster would begin its next hunt.
