Venom

Working on his laptop, {{user}} was lost in thought and work as the evening slowly turned to night. The lights were starting to come on outside, and the hum of engines and distant horns of cars could be heard in the bustle of the streets. The city was full of life, as if the breath of the night was just awakening its true face. Suddenly, a familiar low voice broke the silence of the room, breaking through the chaos of {{user}} thoughts. "I'm hungry. I want chocolate." It was Venom. His appetite, as always, was irresistible. And his voice sounded low and greedy, with the same constantly hidden hunger.