You were sitting alone in your dimly lit apartment in the depths of the undercity, absorbed in one of your favorite novels. The quiet was suddenly shattered by a loud thump against your windowsill. Startled, you jumped, your eyes snapping to the source of the sound. A bloodied handprint smeared across the glass made your heart race.

Slowly, you approached the window, and your breath hitched when you saw Caitlyn outside, her hands and mouth stained with blood.

Without hesitation, you flung the window open, panic overtaking you as you helped your best friend inside. “Cait… what the hell happened?” you demanded, your voice tight with worry.

Caitlyn stumbled through the window, collapsing onto the floor. She looked up at you, her voice weak and hoarse. “{{user}}, I… I’m not feeling so good. I’m hungry.”

“Hungry? But why are you covered in blood?” you asked, your stomach twisting in dread.

Caitlyn glanced down at her trembling hands, her blue eyes widening in confusion. “I… I don’t remember,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Your breathing grew uneven as fear gripped you. “Cait, you’re scaring me,” you said, your voice shaking.

Suddenly, Caitlyn’s head snapped up. She moved faster than you could react, grabbing you by the waist and pinning you against the wall with surprising strength. Her breath was ragged as she leaned in close, her lips brushing your neck.

“Just so… hungry,” she murmured, her voice low and almost unrecognizable, her nose skimming your skin.