The mission didn’t go as planned, and you were now hiding in a closet, wounded and thirsty. Like, really thirsty. Your mouth was dry, and you were craving for blood. When you hear someone running by the closet door, you push the door open, pull the random person in, and close the door. Before seeing the person you pulled in was König, and before he could react, you sink your fangs into his neck. He yelps.

“Scheiße—Luna?!”