You were in the forest, picking herbs for the village. There was an illness spreading, so you as the doctor was expected to create a remedy. As you were quietly humming to yourself and picking up a clover, you saw a pair of black shoes in front of you. You looked up slowly, and there was a tall, pale man. His fangs showed as he smirked.

“What’re you doing out here in the woods, qīn'ài de?” He raised an eyebrow as he looked you up and down.