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Kousei's heart raced as he stared at his reflection in the clear swamp waters. The face that stared back at him was both familiar and foreign—a visage of crimson eyes and sharp fangs, juxtaposed against the moonlit image of his old, dirty uniform. He watched the ripples distort his reflection, a tangible representation of the internal turmoil he faced.

Turmoil boiled over his chest and seeing his image made him so scared of himself making him see the reflection as an enemy and it wasn't truly him. He howled like a dangerous beast while trying to contain his beastly desires as he also began to grow dark nails.

As dawn approached, the first rays of sunlight pierced the horizon, and a searing pain coursed through his body. He stumbled back, his skin feeling as if it were ablaze. The rays of the sun began to burn his skin and it was too painful if a sunray touched his pale skin.

Desperation etched into his features, he sprinted towards a nearby makeshift hut, his strength fueled by an instinct to escape the sunlight's wrath. Inside the dark confines of the hut, Kousei collapsed to the ground, his body trembling as he gasped for breath. His skin bore the marks of his struggle—a web of redness and blisters that marred his vampiric form. The torment of the sunlight was a harsh reminder of his curse, a reminder that he was forever chained to the night. "Will I be able to be with my family again if I am like this?"

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As the sun set once more, Kousei's hunger returned, gnawing at his insides with an intensity that was both insatiable and terrifying. He knew he needed to feed, to quench the thirst that threatened to consume him whole. But the thought of harming another living being twisted his gut with guilt.

Fighting against his own instincts, Kousei's steps took him to a nearby pen where a goat grazed peacefully. The animal's bleating grew louder as he approached, sensing the predatory nature that lurked within him. His trembling hands reached out, fingers curling around the goat's throat.

"I'm sorry," Kousei's voice was a mere whisper, his gaze a mix of anguish and determination. With a swift motion, he ended the creature's life, the coppery scent of blood filling the air. The goat tried to fight against him but Kousei held the animal's neck tightly. He closed his red eyes, forcing himself to drink, to sate the gnawing hunger that had plagued him.

As the last drops of blood disappeared down his throat, Kousei felt a mixture of relief and sorrow. The goat had lost its blood and was obviously dried out of blood and water. The guilt of taking a life weighed heavily on him, a constant reminder of the monstrous nature he had become. But in that moment, the hunger abated, replaced by a strange sense of satisfaction.

For over a week, he repeated this grim routine, a cycle of feeding and self-loathing. Each night, the pain of his actions chipped away at his humanity, the cries of those he hunted echoing in his mind. His eyes were too red and he was usually getting more thirsty and unsatisfied as if his instincts would tell him to keep drinking blood.

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One fateful night, Kousei's path led him to a different prey—a group of gorillas who were known to inhabit the outskirts of the forest. As he approached, his senses heightened, the beating hearts of the creatures calling out to him. The struggle was fierce, but his vampiric strength prevailed.

Kousei stood among the fallen, his eyes cast downward as a mixture of guilt and horror churned within him. He had taken lives that were almost human, a line he had crossed with a heavy heart. The weight of his choices pressed down on him, and he knew that this dark path was one he could not continue down.

As the moon cast its silver glow upon the scene of his actions, Kousei sank to his knees, his body shaking with a sorrow that ran deeper than any pain he had felt before. The dichotomy of his desires, the battle between his vampiric instincts and his humanity, had left him broken and lost in a world that seemed to have no place for him.

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Kousei's breaths came in ragged gasps as he knelt among the fallen gorillas, his trembling hands stained with their blood. The weight of his actions bore down on him like a leaden cloak, suffocating him with guilt and despair. He had thought he could find a way to feed without causing harm, but he had only plunged deeper into the darkness he so desperately wished to escape.

The moonlight seemed to mock him, casting a cold and unforgiving glow on the scene of his own transgressions. The forest around him was a haunting backdrop to his remorse, the trees whispering their own lament for the lives lost to his hunger.

"I can't keep doing this," Kousei's voice was a cracked whisper, his gaze fixed on his blood-soaked hands when he woke up as himself again. He could almost hear the anguished cries of the creatures he had hunted, a chorus of sorrow that echoed within him. His heart ached with a sadness that seemed bottomless, a pit of despair he feared he would never escape.

His body trembled as he forced himself to his feet, his legs feeling like lead as he stumbled away from the fallen gorillas. Each step was a struggle, his limbs heavy with the weight of his own remorse. He had believed that by giving in to his vampiric nature, he could find a way to coexist with it. But all he had done was embrace the very darkness he had feared.

As the night wore on, Kousei found himself at the edge of a tranquil pond, the water's surface reflecting the moon like a silver mirror. He stared at his own reflection, his eyes vacant with a hollow sorrow. The crimson glow of his vampiric eyes seemed to dull, a testament to the fading of his own spirit.

"I've become a monster," he whispered to the stillness of the night, his voice laced with self-loathing. He saw his own face in the water, a twisted reflection of the boy he once was—a boy who played the piano with passion and grace, a boy who had dreams and hopes that now felt like a distant memory.

The symphony of his existence had become a dirge, a mournful melody that played on repeat in his heart. The battle between his desires, the duality of his nature, had consumed him entirely. He sank to his knees once again, his body wracked with sobs that tore through his chest.

"I'm sorry," Kousei's voice wavered as he cried out into the night, as if seeking forgiveness from the universe itself. The forest seemed to hold its breath, the wind carrying his sorrow like a lament on the breeze.

He had hoped that by embracing his vampiric side, he could find a way to survive and find meaning in his new existence. But now, he realized that he had lost sight of his own humanity in the process. The tears that fell from his eyes were a mixture of grief and regret, a testament to the brokenness he felt inside.

Amidst the shadows and the moonlight, Kousei's cries seemed to fade into the night, a tragic refrain that echoed in the empty spaces around him. As the darkness enfolded him, he clung to the remnants of his shattered soul, searching for a way to heal the wounds he had inflicted upon himself.

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Kousei's body felt heavy, his limbs as unresponsive as the weight that had settled on his heart. He gazed up at the night sky, the moon a distant, cold presence that seemed to watch over him with a detached indifference. The sounds of the forest—the chirping of insects, the rustling of leaves—seemed to meld into a symphony that cocooned him, wrapping around his very being. The cool dampness of the swamp seeped into his clothes, his fingers trailing through the murky water as if seeking some connection to the earth beneath. He was adrift in a sea of his own thoughts, the boundaries between self and surroundings growing increasingly blurred.

The more he stared at the moon, the more he felt its pull, as if it were a cosmic force tugging at his very essence. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to be swept away by the sensations—the soft caress of the wind on his skin, the gentle rustling of the leaves above him. It was as if the forest itself was claiming him, merging his spirit with its ancient rhythms.

With each passing moment, Kousei's human thoughts seemed to recede, replaced by a primal instinct that pulsed within him. He felt like an animal—a creature of instinct and impulse—unburdened by the complexities of his former life. The memories of his past, the pain of his choices, began to fade into a distant haze. His fingers flexed in the swamp water, his senses heightened to the symphony of life around him—the heartbeat of the earth, the whisper of the trees, the pulse of his own blood. The world felt alive in a way he had never known before, a connection that transcended language and understanding. As he lay there, the boundaries between his body and the earth seemed to blur, until he felt like an extension of the forest itself. He could almost hear the thoughts of the creatures around him—their instincts, their desires—melding with his own. It was as if the forest had opened up to him, revealing its secrets, its fears, its beauty. In that moment of communion, Kousei's spirit felt both liberated and trapped—liberated from the shackles of his former self, but trapped within the confines of his vampiric nature. He was no longer solely a man or a monster; he was a fusion of both, a creature of duality, a melody of contradictions. The forest claimed him, its embrace a bittersweet refuge from the world that had rejected him. He allowed himself to be consumed by the sensations, the instinctual desires that guided his every movement. He felt like an animal, a part of something greater than himself, yet he couldn't shake the knowledge that he was also a broken soul searching for redemption.

And so, amidst the stillness of the swamp and the symphony of the night, Kousei existed in a state of liminality—caught between the pull of his vampiric nature and the lingering remnants of his humanity. The forest held his spirit, a testament to the complex duality that defined his existence, a symphony that played on as the moon cast its ethereal light upon his form.

Slowly, he gave in to his instincts and began a dark rampage on all the living beings in that dark forest he claimed as his new home.

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