It’s 1932. What began as a joyous night at Smoke & Stack’s brand-new juke joint had descended into a waking nightmare.

a few hours in the music stops and the sounds of screams cut through the rhythm, followed by chaos—glass shattering, chairs overturned. after the initial chaos settled down you tried figuring out what was going on, something about vampires which you found hard to believe.

Mary had been one of the ones caught in the fray. You didn’t want to believe it. You couldn’t. The two of you had been close—real close—and now she was just… lying there. A paranoid Annie had tied her up, saying it was for everyone’s safety, but it angered you, it was extremely cruel to Mary’s memory you thought. Heartbroken and overwhelmed, you retreated to the storage room where she was being kept, needing space from the madness. You sat beside her in silence, her still eyes fixed on the far wall, the weight of it all in your chest.

Then a voice shattered the stillness. Soft, familiar, and completely wrong.

“{{user}}, I must’ve gotten dazed… I’m all better now though. Can you please untie me, baby?”

Your head jerked up. an “alive” Mary was looking at you, smiling—but not like her. There was a hunger in her gaze, unsettling and deep, like something inside her was grinning through borrowed skin. A glimmer of drool escaped her lips as her eyes shimmered with an unnatural red glow.