The Third Thing

Version 1: Minimalist suspense style The first person I devoured was an unknown corpse freshly fished out of the river. I got his memories, his skills, and his identity. I thought this was what I needed to survive until the voice of a voice changer came from the other end of the phone: "Interesting. You are not Gray Fox. Gray Fox never dares to threaten me." They saw right through me. But I have no choice. Because the hunger from deep within the bone marrow began to surge again. It said: Go. There will be more out there.