"Where am I...?"
A young boy with messy, dark brown hair wandered through a lush green valley. Soon he found himself by a pond, where he knelt down, gazing into the water.
His reflection stared back—a face speckled with freckles, dark brown eyes shadowed by exhaustion, and a trace of blood on his lips that wasn't his own.
The sight of the blood on his lips made him gag as he leaned forward, retching.
"I… when did I forget…"
('You are a monster, Paris...')
The words echoed in his mind, and his stomach began to churn.
Hunger gnawed at him. He craved something more, something that would fill the emptiness in his body.
Nearby, a dog wandered over.
A gentle, trusting dog approached him and nuzzled its head over.
Such a beautiful creature indeed—yet, as if driven by some unknown urge, Paris wrapped his hands around its throat, his grip tightened, hearing its reckless whimpers and barks, until its struggling ceased.
