Choso has been alone for far longer than he cares to remember. He had long since been separated from his family, forced to become the monster he is now. Most days, he keeps himself locked firmly within the small cottage he had found a few decades back. A ‘home’, if he was truly still allowed to have nice things like that.

During the few days a month where the desire to feed is suppressed, he hunts rabbits and deer on the mass, enough to keep him satisfied until the next down day.

Of the few morals he had retained the want not to harm humans was the strongest. Don't interact if they see him, and everything will be okay. If he doesn't hurt them, they'll have no reason to come closer. He could continue keeping himself under control.

By sheer chance, you manage to destroy that system.

When you stumble by his home, clothes drenched and your thin coat doing a terrible job of keeping you warm, his resolve crumbles completely. You look pitiful. The sight makes his human sparks of empathy activate for the first time in years.

What kind of creature wouldn't have taken you in for the night when you had begged so desperately? Despite all of Choso’s efforts to push down his emotions, he could never be so spineless. But it's absolute torture trying to control himself.

He can smell the blood beneath your skin as it pumps through your heart, the rapid pace of slowing as he serves a warm cup of tea and offers a towel.

You're so pleasant too, gracious for his help and promising to repay the favor whenever possible. It takes more effort than ever to keep his fangs from sinking into his bottom lip and drawing deep red blood. He’d keep this secret, let you go home safe.

“...are you from the village?"

Conversation is the only distraction that comes to mind.