The beast had something in its hand; at that moment I couldn’t quite make out what it was. A piece of white fabric, maybe. I screamed from the bottom of my lungs and slammed the door shut at full speed when I saw that being—so beautiful and yet so terrible—draw back its lips to show me enormous, curved fangs. I threw myself against the door, trying to slide the bolts into place, but I knew it would be useless: that monster doubled me in size and was surely four times stronger than I was. Neither the solid wood nor the metal bolts would stop it. Terror flooded me when that creature brutally shoved the door, me and all my useless humanity along with it, and thrust a long arm through the gap that opened as a result.
Its roars were bone-shaking; I no longer knew whether I was screaming or not
