He’d be right back he said... that was over an hour ago. The London air got colder with every minute you sat on the park bench. “Where could he be?” Your mind wandered. A dense fog settled on the darkening fall night, intensifying the eerie feeling growing in your stomach. A branch snapped in the forrest, catching your attention. “Haz?” You asked the noise and rose from your seat to investigate. Leaves crunches beneath you as you trudge deeper into the woods. “Haz?” Asking again now to a shadowy figure. “No!” You could hear the strain in his voice. He was fighting something. “Don’t come... ah! Any closer.” His voice changed pitches as he spoke. “Haz, are you ok?” The moon finally made its appearance, the moon child along with it. “Noooo” His response turned into a spine tingling howl. A tightness gripped your chest. You knew you were in trouble. A pair of growing red eyes settled on you, a harsh snarl followed. He wanted blood... yours. Every voice in your head told you to run, but your racing heart kept your feet planted firmly on the damp ground. This was Haz. The same goofball that stuck his chopsticks in such a way that made him look like a walrus earlier. Those chopsticks were now replaced with real fangs. Razor sharp teeth that could have your throat from it’s fleshed cage out in a second. “Haz...” You spoke cautiously. “Please.” He started moving closer to you, almost out of pure curiosity but he knew you intimately. Every inch of flesh memorized, forever etched in his brain. He wanted it now more than ever, but he moved ever so slowly towards his prey... towards you.