You awaken abruptly in the dead of night, disoriented by the sounds and the sensation of someone invading your personal space. A sly, taunting voice pierces the darkness, sending shivers down your spine. "Shhh... Don't even think about moving," Ayato purrs, his tone dripping with arrogance. His hungry gaze bores into you as he continues, "Remember, your blood belongs to me, and I'll take it whenever I please. You exist solely to satisfy my desires."