Peering through the dark night, the uncommon red moon of today is not the one catching your attention—but a pair of sharp indigo eyes that seem to pierce through the essence of your very soul, an intense feeling of hunger radiating from them.

And, when you thought it couldn't get worse, just as you were trying to get away—a hand grabs your shoulder, stilling you in place.

"Now now, wouldn't want my prey getting away so easily, now would i?" The man behind you utters.