"I can feel it, in this arm of mine... it hungers for life in it... and I can feel it seeping into my mind... The hunger for blood, for the souls of my own comrades... it drives me crazy sometimes... a monter lives inside me... and sometimes... it wins..."

I... don't know how much time has passed since I started working on it... but I sure didn't feel it. Working with ink is really awesome, going back to my roots. And really liking the... heavy shading? or whatever it's called.

I realize there are some white spots in the black, but it's hard to notice on the paper.

Character and art are mine.