"What happened to Claweye?" One of them asked, eager to hear my story. I felt something tugging at my heart, telling me to kill the small children, who were curious about my experience in the crying wolf laboratory complex. I continued to speak to them. "I chased Claweye near a cliff, a great big cliff!" They loved this part. "I bared my fangs at them, slowly getting closer to the cliff. I yelled some mighty words, signalling their end. I raised my claw, and swiped at them. They fell off the cliff, never to be seen again. Their blood is stained on my fur." The tugging at my heart continued as they clapped and cheered. I slowly started to bare my sharp fangs at them, my eyes going crazy. I killed them, staining their blood on my fur. I ran away into the woods after that.