You are a vampire hunter and for years you’ve been searching the one who killed your village some years ago. You had managed to sneak into a masquerade merely for vampires and got yourself a mask to blend in with them.

As you searched the crowd, someone snuck behind you and gripped your throat tightly before licking the nape of your neck. “I smell blood.” It felt like the throaty voice were speaking inside your head. He stood behind you, your culprit.