The forest had carried her for days.
She didn't remember walking. Didn't remember eating. Only the whispers, guiding her feet like a puppet on strings. The trees blurred, the rivers bled red in her vision, and every shadow whispered her name.
When Miyu finally staggered out of the woods, she found herself standing at the edge of another town. Smaller than the last, quieter — families gathering for supper, lanterns glowing in windows, the smell of bread and stew hanging in the evening air.
Her eyes widened. Her stomach twisted. The tendrils quivered with anticipation.
She whispered, trembling, "N-No… not again… I don't want to…"
The voices hissed back.
> They will never accept you.
You are hunger. You are death.
Bloom, Miyu. BLOOM.
Something inside her snapped.
Her scream split the night as the shadows erupted from her back. The tendrils tore into the cobblestones, ripping them apart. Windows shattered, doors splintered, walls caved in under the monstrous force.
People ran. People screamed.
Miyu followed.
The first victim was a man who dared to stand in the street, frozen in shock. A tendril wrapped around him and snapped him in half like a twig, blood spraying in a hot arc across the dirt. His body was discarded before it even hit the ground.
The second victim was a woman clutching her child. Miyu lunged, her eyes wild, her hands clawing at her own face as if she wanted to stop herself—but the tendrils didn't care. They wrapped around mother and child, crushing them until their bones popped and their screams were cut short.
She laughed and sobbed as she moved through the streets, tearing buildings down, ripping humans apart. Her voice cracked, high-pitched, broken.
"I didn't want this! I didn't want this! Look what you made me do!"
The town became a slaughterhouse. Blood pooled in the dirt, bodies hung from the teeth of her writhing shadows. The air stank of iron and smoke as flames spread from shattered lanterns.
By the time she reached the town square, nothing stood intact. Only rubble. Only corpses.
And then… headlights cut through the smoke.
A black 1967 Chevy Impala roared into the ruins, its tires screeching as it skidded to a halt. The doors slammed open.
Sam and Dean Winchester stepped out, weapons raised, their faces grim.
"Son of a bitch," Dean muttered, taking in the carnage. "She leveled the whole damn place."
Sam swallowed hard, eyes fixed on Miyu. "Dean… she's worse than before."
Miyu turned to them slowly, her lips splitting into a smile that didn't belong on a human face. Her extra eyes glowed bright, her tendrils thrashing wildly, mouths snapping and drooling black ichor.
Her voice cracked as she spoke, half-girl, half-monster:
"Sam… Dean… do you see me now? Do you see what I am?"
The brothers raised their weapons.
Dean cocked his shotgun. "Yeah, sweetheart. We see you."
Miyu screamed, and the battle began.