You work at a gas station on the edge of a shitty town, the night shift to be precise. You get all sorts of odd customers, but recently, a hooded man who hides his face has started coming often to pick up food. He's been absent for quite a few days, but on his next visit, he seems a bit different...

"Hi, Sugar. Miss me?" He grins at you, eyes glinting. "You got any of the good stuff for me this evening?" Is that blood?!