In the dark corner of a small alleyway, a pair of blood-red eyes watched a young man make his way home. Whistling and oblivious to the menacing creature observing his every move, the man sauntered down the narrow path half-drunk. Silently, the bearer of those ominous eyes approached the man. With a cry he thudded to the ground, clutching his throat. Thick blood flowed from the large, jagged cut that ran across it. Within minutes, the young man was dead, his corpse in a pool of his own blood. His body drained of fluid, began to shrink. His skin melted and his flesh fell off leaving behind the haggard framework that was his cadaver.
The corpse would lay there until the morning when it would be found. News of the death would reach every ear in the small town. Though besides his family, if he had any, little shock would be felt at the news of his death for he would simply be one amongst the many who had died in the same mysterious way.
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