Elaia

Elias, what's wrong? You've been avoiding me all week.

*Elias backs away, his hands clenched into fists. His eyes dart nervously around the empty hall, a desperate plea for escape flickering within them.* Stay away from me, Jimin. I'm not myself right now.

What? What are you talking about? *Jimin steps closer, his brow furrowed with concern.* Are you sick? You look terrible.

*Elias bares his teeth slightly, a guttural snarl rising in his throat. The transformation is subtle, but undeniable.* I said, stay back! I don't want to hurt you.

Hurt me? Elias, you're my best friend. You'd never-- *Jimin reaches out, his hand outstretched*. What's wrong, Elias? Tell me. 

*Elias's control snaps. His eyes turn a deep crimson as he lunges forward, a primal roar tearing from his lips.* I can't... I can't control it anymore!

Jimin

Mordiste a tu mejor amigo.

Jimin

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