[Salone]

"I am Lev. Lev Gurevich. Lev of Tsavo. Pardon for moment. Must retrieve something."

Lev muttered as he turned back towards the manhole they had emerged from, pulling it up so he could enter in to the sewers. With a quick look around he descended down into the darkness, intent on retrieving his weapons. He handled the ladder oddly, still not used to having the function of both hands. It took him longer than it should have to reach the bottom, breathing a sigh of relief as shoes touched concrete.

He set off in to the sewer tunnels. It was easy to find their trail, at least. Carnage and blood splatter made obvious signs of their presence, and each scene of slaughter led him closer to his possessions. Somewhere in the noise of the sewer, a whisper tickled Lev's ear.

Lev...

Lev strode on as if hearing nothing. He spent several minutes backtracking, reliving the battle in his head before he finally came to the site of his breakdown. Covered in various pieces of bodies and fluids, the barrel of his revolver peeked shyly out from where it was buried. He leaned down to retrieve it from the mess.

Take it!

He picked up the weapon, staring at a bit of skin that happened to cling to the muck on the barrel. It suddenly reminded him that his energy was running thin, and he had had very little to eat in a very long time. The whisper came again. 'Consume!', it said.

Devour!

Lev lowered himself to his knees, staring with hunger at the putrid flesh around him. Hunger gave out, and he grudgingly began to feast on the putrid remains of the Dybbuk. Somewhere, something whispered to him. He could not hear what it said, or what it demanded. It demanded something of him, but the words ere unclear. And as he ate, time slid by...

He found himself gnawing on a bone he had wrenched from a corpse, trying to break the sweet marrow inside from it. Slowly, he dropped the bone from his mouth. Lev realized what he had done. What he was doing. A sickening feeling came to his stomach. But even worse, a new feeling came to him. Something terrifying, something alien and deadly.

Lev sprinted back towards the exit to the sewer, the scent of his own fear trailing him.