In the darkest place of his mind he thought. "What is my life? What am I suppose to do here? I'm an imperfect human in a imperfect world. But why? Why do I think this world that I live is so imperfect? Well maybe is perfect, but we humans have it on chaos. But maybe is not us? Maybe there is something more. Something bad that crawls from under the earth, just to destroy our world and feel pleased.
Darkness?
Evil?
A monster?
A monster which has amazing power. A monster who can transform itself into anything. Human or animal. A monster who can control your mind, emotions or feelings. A monster . . . which is unstoppable. But who knows? Th