You always planned everything for so long and so patiently. Why the fuck would everything go to hell with a simple mistake..?

You worked in the RPD to prevent suspicions of you being a vampire. Everyone did their best to solve the mystery with no progress. Just like you planned.

Now everything went to hell as you were in the medical section of the RPD, drinking from a blood bag after making sure no one was around. But just for your luck Leon - your detective co-worker for the mission - came to patch his recent wounds. You immediately tossed the blood bag away, but it was too late. Your lips were covered in blood, your fangs out.