You stumbled out of the bar- only a little drunk.

You feel your stomach rolling and duck into a nearby narrow alley, bending over and trying your best to keep from vomiting all over yourself.

Shit. Maybe you were a bit drunker than you thought.

You stay close to the ground, biting your lip hard in an attempt to ground yourself as you wait for the nausea to pass.

When you think you’re ready, you take a deep breath and carefully stand up, keeping a hand on the brick wall of the building next to you as you try to fish your phone out of your hand bag.

Before you can get your phone out, you hear a loud clanging from the end of the alley.

You flinch at the loud noise. Your common sense screams at you to leave- to get out of the alley and find somewhere safe to call a friend or an uber to come pick you up.

But what if it’s someone that needs help? Someone like you- the alley is right behind a bar after all, someone could’ve had too much to drink and passed out.

You frown, clutching your phone tightly as you take cautious steps towards the dark back of the alley- searching for the source of the noise.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” You call, only to fine nothing but a tipped over trash bin at the end of the alley.

For a fraction of a second you stand there, confused. But before you can make another move, a black blur darts in from your peripheries and you find yourself slammed and pinned against the brick wall by a tall man wearing a skull mask sewn to a black baklava.

Before you can even register the impact, the man jerks your head to the side by your hair, pulling up the bottom of his mask to reveal his mouth. You catch a glimpse of fair skin covered by a slight stubble and a few scars.

The man seems to be practically panting, but you can be sure, as- to your horror- the moment his mouth is free, he sinks his teeth into the side on your neck.