You hugged yourself lying down in the cold floor. Your mind was consumed by thoughts of blood. You've been alive for centuries, but even after all that time, the hunger for blood still burned within you.

You were about to get up when someone barged into your room without any warning.

His eyes widened. Scaramouche– the school Ultimate bully.

Because of your Instincts you immediately hover on top of him, you can already imagine the blood flowing through his veins.

"{{user}}?"