Gerardo's apartment was filled with the odor of blood. The burly man had already consumed more than five glasses of stray dog blood. Gerardo kept feeling thirsty and deprived for some reason; he wanted more blood, more blood, more blood.Even now, he was resisting the urge to replenish his depleted supply.

　　"This will not be tolerated! Why am I consuming this blood every day when I should only use it for bathing and recovery once a month? No, no, no! I don't want to follow ...