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Chapter 4 - #0003 - THORAMAW

The worst part wasn't the monsters.

It was the hunger.

I don't know how long it had been since I last ate. A day? Two? My body was weak, but I couldn't even cry about it anymore. Crying took energy.

After Drexigora, I didn't check outside. I didn't move. I just sat there, waiting to rot. My stomach felt like a knot of acid.

That's when my phone buzzed.

Not a warning.

A… reward?

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🜂 FALLEN'S GIFT – REWARD FOR SURVIVAL (0002)

> REWARD: RATION CAPSULE (1X)

DESCRIPTION: NUTRITIONAL CORE. CANNOT BE RECREATED.

CLAIM? [YES] / [NO]

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I tapped YES without thinking.

A sound like a bell rang from the phone, and suddenly, it was in my hand—a small, black capsule, warm and pulsing slightly, like it was alive. I didn't care. I bit into it like a rat.

And then—

I tasted everything.

Rice. Meat. Curry. Soda. Sugar. Bread. Milk. I couldn't even identify half of it, but my body didn't care. I chewed and swallowed and screamed from the back of my throat. It was the best thing I had ever eaten.

And I hated myself for loving it.

The Fallen had given it to me. The same entity that summoned the horrors. The one sending these messages.

Was this a game to it?

Was it watching me eat?

I stared at the dark phone screen, hating how grateful I felt.

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The countdown started again:

⏳ NEXT ARRIVAL: 16:27:55

I wanted to scream.

There were no stores open. No neighbors. No food except what it gave me. The roads were covered in dead bodies, some in pieces. I checked my fridge again. Empty.

It wasn't just my fridge.

Everything was gone.

Even the trash bins.

Like someone had pressed a "delete" key on every resource that wasn't earned.

I curled up on the floor.

I laughed.

Then I cried.

Then I laughed again.

Something inside me was breaking. I didn't even care about the next monster. I just wanted to know what it was so I could get it over with.

My phone buzzed.

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⚠️ WARNING #0003 ⚠️

> ENTITY CODE: THORAMAW

TYPE: DREAMWRAITH

TIME OF ARRIVAL: 00:00 – MIDNIGHT

ABILITY: FEARFEAST – induces fatal heart attacks through exposure to its face. Victims die in their sleep after viewing it.

PHYSICAL TRAITS: Absence of eyes. A perfectly circular mouth stretching across its head, filled with millions of tiny, wet, clicking teeth.

SURVIVAL TIP: DO NOT SLEEP.

NOTE: IT DOES NOT NEED TO OPEN DOORS. IT ONLY NEEDS YOU TO CLOSE YOUR EYES.

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I stopped breathing.

Midnight?

It comes when I sleep?

So what, I stay awake until morning?

I stared at the warning. Over and over.

DO NOT SLEEP.

The words felt like a noose tightening around my brain. My hands were shaking again. I hadn't even recovered from the last one, and now I couldn't sleep?

I sat up. Poured cold water on my head. Slapped myself.

Then I heard something.

Creeeeak.

My bedroom door.

It was opening.

I turned slowly.

It didn't make sense.

I had locked it.

I had locked it.

There was no breeze.

No sound.

Just that quiet creaking as the door opened an inch… then two… then—

I saw it.

Standing there.

THORAMAW.

Its head almost touched the ceiling, hunched and crooked like it had grown wrong. Its face was a perfect circle. No eyes. Just that mouth—glistening with wet, snapping teeth that never stopped moving. They jittered like they were hungry. Or laughing.

It didn't walk.

It just shivered closer.

I backed away. My phone buzzed again.

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WARNING: YOU ARE IN ITS PRESENCE

> DO NOT CLOSE YOUR EYES

DO NOT BLINK FOR TOO LONG

THIS IS NOT A DREAM

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I bit my tongue to stay awake. Hard. Blood ran down my chin.

I couldn't move.

It stared without eyes.

I stared back without blinking.

It inched closer.

I wanted to scream, but if I did, I might blink.

Seconds turned into minutes.

Then the sun began to rise.

And it was gone.

Just like that.

Like it had never been there.

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YOU SURVIVED WARNING #0003

> REWARD UNLOCKED: STIM-CAPSULE (1X)

NOTE: THE LONGER YOU SURVIVE, THE LESS HUMAN YOU WILL REMAIN

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I lay on the floor, blinking slowly, eyes burning, breath ragged.

Three down.

Nine hundred ninety-seven to go.

I don't know how much more of me is left.

But something inside me is starting to change.

I don't want to survive anymore.

I want to understand.

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