"Stop right there, young man… class is still ongoing."
The professor's firm voice echoed through the classroom, stopping some of the murmurs as Damon marched toward the door.
Damon didn't even flinch, his steps resolute. His hunger was unbearable, gnawing at him like a parasite. He wasn't just leaving to escape the professor's lecture—he was escaping himself.
If his shadow's hunger reached 90%, he wouldn't just be a problem for the professor; he'd be a threat to everyone in the room. And he wasn't naïve. The same professor who now ordered him to stop would undoubtedly move to kill him if he transformed into a monster.
The door was tantalizingly close, but just as he reached out to push it open, it slammed shut on its own. Damon's stomach sank.
"Did you not hear me? Class is still ongoing. Or at the very least, explain yourself—or else…"
The words hung in the air like a threat.
"Or else what?"
