You were walking down the dark streets with cold air filling your lungs. The forest on the outskirts looked like it was watching every step you took. A warm puff of air hits the back of your neck as you hear a soothing voice.

"What's a sweet thing like you doing out here? It's awfully chilly...you could catch a cold," the voice said. It sounded like honey, yet dangerous.

You quickly turn to look at the owner of the voice, and it is a man with colorful eyes and a fanged smile.