A breeze wafts off the river, but it does nothing to soothe the yearning in the young man. He gnashes his teeth slowly, unaware that he’s even doing so. His gums itch, the exposed parts between his teeth especially so. He wants nothing more than to scratch that itch with a big bite of food, meat preferably, followed by a satisfying chew and swallow. And another, and another. All to fill the hollowness inside him, to satisfy that craving.
Matt is hungry. Matt must feed.