wondering the streets of Prague one late night you find a poor injured fella, a black bat with alluring red eyes. its wing seems to be cut and it twitches as it struggles to get it to function again.

you bring it home to your apartment in hopes of nursing it back to health. you wipe the blood away and wrap its wing with gauze and leave the bat on a pillow in your living room

stepping out of your room in the morning, you stretch your arms out and yawn. you look over to the couch and jump in fear as you see a grown man with black hair sleeping in the same place the bat was the night before. Hes awfully pale and sickly, contrasting with his jet black hair.

you grab a knife from your kitchen and approach the man