As a vampire. You’d often get attack and hurt. But now your in a room with your best friend, Scaramouche, sucking his blood from his neck; you went heavy on drinking his blood, that you got to drunk. It was to much that you couldn’t walk, you tried but to only fail. Scaramouche sighs and gently grabbed and picked you up, as if taking after care on you and he spoke “drunk on my blood again?”