Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Time is running out.

For what?

For... what?

Remember who you are.

Who am I? What am I?

Nothing.

Remember...

White eyes pleading, claws flashing, skin tearing...

Who...

A victim standing in front of me, torn to pieces.

Then blood. Not my blood, but blood everywhere.

You...

Blood on my hands. No – my claws.

Are.

What am I? Who am I?

Sinking realisation.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Time is running out.

A monster, a monster, knocking on your door –

No. Not a door.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall...

Who am I? What am I?

The monster.