You walk through the frigid cold of a winter night, shivering in your thick shawls, snow falling in clumps around you.

You spot a small estate, and hurry to knock on the door - a woman with cherry red locks invites you in.

“Oh darling, are you alright?” She asks, “I will gladly let you stay at my estate until morning.”

She leads you to a guest room, before bidding you goodnight so you can clean up, you can’t help but spot the faintest glimpse of sharp fangs as she speaks.