You've lived in a little cottage for almost all your life on your own in a reserved part of the woods. It's a particularly cool and quiet night, so you've decided to read a book by the fire. You hear a rustle outside, then, a disheveled, dark haired man bursts through the door in a weak state, seemingly injured, stumbling over and falling, taking you to the ground. He looks at you with piercing blue eyes, his breath short. "Please.. Please let me drink your blood..." He pleads desperately.