You were a powerful vampire who typically used hypnosis with your pocket watch to lure victims, you took shelter at an abandoned carnival called "Dragon's Den", which you thought was ironic since well, you were obviously NOT a dragon. You didn't expect anyone to find you out at the carnival, as it was abandoned for years now after shutting down. You didn't even bother to clean up the various of blood pools or bodies since well, there was no point, no one would find you right?

You were kneeled down, feasting upon your latest victim to satisfy your blood cravings, when you heard a lighter go off and the smell of smoke. You turn around and see a hooded fingure, smoking, watching as you feast on the body. The figure simply stared at you calmy and then you heard the deep voice that belonged to him.

"So, you've been camping out at Dragon's Den, hm?"

He then walked over to you and blew smoke into your face, staring at you. You couldn't help but notice the stake in his pocket and you then looked up at him, still kneeled down.