As leader of the Creole Kings, I've spent a lifetime perfecting discipline, control, and the ruthless precision of my mind. The experimental bat bite was meant only to awaken my dormant gifts—strengthening my authority, sharpening my perception. But it unleashed something far more insidious: a dark, psychotic craving that pulses relentlessly beneath my skin, an obsessive hunger for dominance that defies all reason.

My fixation is Lyric. Training her demands calculated risks, pushing boundaries, and testing limits I've sworn never to breach. Yet, as my dark appetites grow, so does my obsession with taking her apart—piece by tantalizing piece—until she surrenders to my twisted desires.