Chen Xuanliang is the dog I keep.
He is my backup plan.
If one day my desires become entirely uncontainable, he was the only somewhat palatable choice among the generally foul fare.
I'd just have to devour him.
He was also waiting for that day.
But before he could wait for it, he died.
With his death, I didn't have time to find another less foul-smelling morsel.
So I could only transfer my desires onto the pursuits of power and murder.
During that period, I was absolutely terrifying to others.
The feeling of being in a high position, holding power, could slightly alleviate my plight.
Killing... slitting their throats, ripping out their hearts, watching life vanish before my eyes—blood could fill my emptiness.
But acquiring power requires various preconditions. Killing people recklessly is not an option.
I can't satisfy my hunger; I really can't. That feeling of desire tormenting me every late night nearly drove me mad.
