You worked in a morgue. Wasn’t the most glorifying, but it definitely wasn’t looked down upon. Night wasn’t your favorite time of day, but somebody had to take the shift.

The last thing you expected to see tonight was a man hunched over one of the corpses, sucking the blood dry from the fresh body. Almost immediately he spotted you, his eyes wide.

“I — er — lovely night, isn’t it?” He mumbled, using his sleeve to wipe the red liquid which dribbled down his bearded chin.