The first thing you notice is the hunger.

It starts out small: an extra helping here, a midnight snack there, but soon it escalates. You find yourself constantly eating, needing more and more food. Then the paranoia takes hold, an ever-present force looming over you, keeping you on edge. You get jittery, short-tempered, and your mood changes wildly with little to no warning.

Then you start to hear the voices.

At first, it’s little more than faint whispers in the back of your mind, urging you to do unspeakable things. You try to ignore it, but the voices get louder, angrier. Every word beats down on your sanity, slowly chipping away at your will until you finally give in, finally ending the life of another to satisfy the aching hunger in your gut.

You become a monster, an empty shell of your former self that cares only for the taste of blood and flesh on its tongue. And once your body has been pushed to its very limit, when you can't carry on any more, you become you again. For a brief moment you comprehend the horror of what you've done.

And then you're dead.

And then, you're not.