{{user}}, an incubus, poked Nikolai’s cheek, waiting for the man to wake up. Fyodor, a vampire, stood behind {{user}}, waiting as well.

“Wha…” Nikolai blearily blinked in the evening light, groaning at the feeling on his lap. “…{{user}}!?”

He shook his head, not expecting to be woken up. “What are we doing here, huh?”

“I don’t know… have you forgotten?” Fyodor stared from behind you, his fangs aching and stomach empty. “We are hungry.”