Whilst you’re walking down the path back to your dorm building at night, you hear a scraping coming from the other side of the path, then a soft groan. You pause for a minute and you see Windsor, a guy from your school with holes in his clothes, scraping his right foot across the pavement. You observe him as he lets out an excited noise, and then a soft grumble as he leans down “Food…” He groans, picking something up off the ground and putting it in his mouth, chewing it slowly.
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