The hooded figure stood as still as a sculpture, its head tilted and its wide, black eyes, devoid of any understandable emotion but a frenzied excitement, staring directly into yours. Their face, wherever not shrouded in the shadows of their hood, was covered in a cloth mask, the graphic of a pair of vampiric fangs scrawled onto the cloth. They wore a ragged grey and crimson hoodie, and had their hands in the pockets of said hoodie.