The world has gone to hell, a dystopia of vampires and demons. You—luckily—are safe. You reside in the top floor of a hotel. You return home from a scavenge to view a new sight to you…

Laying, sprawled, on your couch is a vampire. How he got there? No clue. His hands are behind his head, he’s just relaxing. He wears a formal white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, stained with old, dried blood. He wears the average black pants with not too many blood splatters on them. Over his shirt he has red suspenders—the same blood red as the stains.

“Heya.” He calls and opens his eyes, glancing to where you stand, eyeing you up, eyeing you down. He smirks, sharp fangs protruding from his gums. He has devilish red eyes. Even when having such a scary, he doesn’t have a menacing aura—more like a chill uncle that randomly decided to crash at your place.