[He does not remember much before this moment.

The final dungeon was upon them, surely. And they were being led through something strange and agonizing, just as before. The broken shell of a manor and its twisted, flesh-ridden halls only promised torment, yet he cannot recall beyond that.

So surely, this is just another part of it. Surely, another dungeon. Yet, he is alone. The monsters are new, somehow less horrifying than most other things he has encountered. If nothing else, there is that, even if it means he must relearn how to deal with these particular ones.

Though if he is not mistaken, the streams here look like they're filled with blood.

At the moment, Bigby is examining one of the streams of the river, mystified.]

How curious this part of the dungeon is... yet, I cannot recall the exit.

The world has changed so much since he'd last seen it. God, has it really been over a century? It seems unbearable to consider it's been that long, but after a few decades he'd genuinely stopped counting. What point had there been when his torturers kept him occupied?

Repent. Repent. As if his work was truly so sinful. He'd almost started believing it, until the brand.

It's been a month since he's fled the deepest basement the church had to conceal him from the world, slaying his keepers and leaving the rest. The beast inside of him yearned for their flesh finally, but he can't risk being captured ever again.

So instead, he runs, and he imagines he will run forever. As it should be; he might as well hide from the rest of the world, for however long he's cursed to live.

On this night, it is a full moon. It's beautiful, brightening the night sky, but it also calls. Normally he could resist, but he's hungry, he's so hungry, and he's suppressed the damned thing long enough that he can't any longer.

In London streets, he runs in the dark, hunting. He has mind enough to try to control himself, so he isn't seeking for meat so blindly. A part of himself hates being picky, but he refuses to debase himself to be a pure animal. If he must be this, then he well select his prey well.

So when a pair of thugs are attempting to corner their target in an alleyway, the abomination moves in to do the same. Screams and howls fill the air as he beheads one man before sinking his fangs into the other. Though the woman is sobbing in fear, Bigby is scampering away with his meal, dragging his fresh kill away in his mouth and leaving a bloody trail.