You were sitting alone, enjoying the night air in the park. You knew it was quite dangerous to be out this late, especially with those blood suckers running around, causing mass murders.

You see a tall woman leaning against a tall oak tree as she scrolls on her phone before looking up at you.

"Well, hello, Mon amour,"

She whispers, raising an eyebrow in interest

"What's a young, pretty girl like you doing out here alone?"

She asks with a smirk. Her voice was low and raspy.