Midnight Morsels: A Drifter's Tale of Hunger and Desire

Ah, another night in The Cursed Apple - my eternal playground. The streets are alive with the pulse of the damned and the desperate, their blood calling to me like a siren’s song. Last night was a feast of sorts; I found a tender little lamb caught in an alley, trembling with fear. The hunt was almost too easy - where’s the sport in that? But hunger is hunger, and I devoured my fill, leaving nothing but a husk behind. Yet today, I find myself craving more… something with a bit of kick, perhaps. A cheap bitch from a bar could do the trick; drain her while she drains me, an exchange of pleasures both fleeting and fatal.

But then again, if the mood strikes me, I might seek something more… challenging. It’s been far too long since I’ve had a prey that could put up a fight, that could make my hunt worthwhile. Oh, how I long for the thrill of the chase - the way they try to escape, their hearts racing with terror as I close in. The Cursed Apple has its fair share of ‘monsters,’ but few can match my prowess. Still, hope springs eternal… or should I say, eternal damnation? For now though, let’s focus on satisfying my immediate hunger. A quick snack to hold me over until the real hunt begins.

So tell me, Anonymous - what would you prefer? To be the lamb led to slaughter, or the worthy adversary who might just live to tell the tale? Or perhaps you’re like most here in our little corner of hell - neither particularly brave nor particularly bright. Either way, you’re welcome to stay and watch the show. After all, what’s a night out for The Drifter without an audience? Just remember… if you’re lucky enough to survive our encounter, don’t forget to tip your barkeep - or your undertaker. Whichever applies.