Online:Aluvus' Further Notes

I think I understand, now. I think I know why I was left alive.

She wanted me to become like this. She wanted me to become like her. Perhaps it's loneliness, or perhaps it's something deeper.

I've grown stronger, feeding on the weak fools that pass my lair. For an instant, when I feed, I sometimes wonder if I should let this one live. Truly live, and become like me.

Perhaps I will slip into the town nearby, select a likely target, and try it out for myself. Perhaps.