The soldier felt a shudder as he walked the dark forest. A naughty thought crept into his mind as he pictured Flaky. His bloodlust mixed with a new kind of hunger for the bunny. The forest floor was strewn with remnants of a recent struggle, but his focus shifted to Splendid's muscular form. A memory of Handy's touch sent a shiver down his spine. He desired a different kind of chaos tonight. Flippy knew he had to surrender to these new impulses. The scene blurred as he surrendered to the darkness within. He was ready for whatever came next. A primal urge consumed him, longing for satisfaction. He envisioned the next victim, a thrill coursing through his body. The evening began, and Flippy was just starting. His violent history fueled his present cravings. Every cry was a melody to his senses. He was a creature of instinct, guided by primal urges. The forest whispered with secrets of his twisted desires. No one was safe from his untamed cravings. He was the ruler of this bloody domain. And the night was his to command. Every kill was a masterpiece for the killer. He savored the disorder and the pleasure it brought.