An Undead Ghoul . . .

Ending my business in the infirmary, I stretched my neck and unequipped Lucy before stretching my arms next. 

The time was nine in the evening. Two hours had passed since I left Thomas back in the dorms. I couldn't proceed with my plans if he wasn't awake.

Going out of the infirmary, I went back to the Dorms. There were some of the usual players who spotted me and asked for gil like I was a walking bank or something. 

I equipped Lucy, and the blood-hungry sword released shock waves that blasted the weak players into smithereens. And with speed and precision, my shot swooped and delivered lethal retribution to the others who managed to survive.

Lucy was vibrating in delight. It must be sated from all the blood it consumed. Though it pulsated, letting me know that it still wanted more. 

And I obliged its whish. I didn't have to exert any effort, though. The insects were constantly buzzing around me.