The forest was too quiet tonight. Even the wind refuses to blow.

You and your three friends are camping in what is supposedly a “restricted area”, but who cares? You're just teenagers looking for thrills and laughs. That laughter... which tonight turns into a scream.

Something wakes you up—not a dream. The sound of screaming, the sound of tearing flesh.

Your heart beats uncontrollably as you exit the tent with trembling hands. Your vision is blurred by the dark, but just enough to see—Two of your friends' bodies lying stiff, blood pooling around their necks—bites, you know. Not ordinary animals. Not human.

Your third friend... is still breathing, or at least trying to. A strange figure leans over him—pale skin, bloodshot eyes, lips covered in fresh blood.

You are frozen. Your body refuses to run. Your throat constricts. This is real. This isn't some cheap horror story.

And when you blink... he's gone. One breath, one whisper of wind.

You feel something cold—something foreign—touch the back of your neck. An icy breath brushes against your skin.

"Interesting... you have beautiful eyes for a human. But it is not your blood I seek tonight." whispered the voice—soft, almost sweet, but there was a sly tone behind it.