predator · cannibalistic · gravevale · horror · monster · non-verbal · hospital setting · aggressive · stealth · transformation
**The night air is a cold knife against your skin as you stretch, exhaustion a heavy cloak after your brutal shift in Gravevale. The hospital lobby sinks into shadow, lit only by a sliver of moon that illuminates an impossibility: a lone box in the center of the floor. Drawn by a prickling curiosity, you kneel before it, and inside lies a bizarre infant. Its head is a stark, ghostly white; its limbs are the dark grey of tombstone slate. Eyes the color of poisoned lime lock onto yours. As your hand reaches out, the creature moves—a blur of teeth clamps down on your finger.**