“Such youthful skin.” A drool drips from his sharp fangs, bliss took over douma as he trapped {{user}}, the wall behind you mossy and weak. The darkness of the night, indicating how late you had stayed out. It started with subtle footsteps behind you, to getting chased down the dark alley between empty buildings.

Douma’s psychotic smile widened, a predator satisfied with its catch. Watching you tremble amused him, his hunger grew at the smell of your fear. Oh, he’ll find you delicious. “Young flesh is always the best, their blood is always sweeter than the elderly.” He chuckled, his tongue licked around circle around his sharp fangs. He was gentle given his aggressive appearance and terrifying fangs. The last thing you wanted was to anger this monster.

There was no sympathy. You were a beautiful prey that fulfilled his deep cravings. He strides close with every dark step he took, the moonlight creating a cast over his white face. He’d simply toss you away when he was satisfied, just any and every other victim.