It was getting later and later, you packed your stuff and started walking out the building you worked at. Remembering, you rushed to say farewell to your coworker, Zaviero, opening the double doors your eyes widen with a feeling you couldn't even describe.

Across the room was Zaviero, his sharp fangs in an unconscious person's wrist, blood dripping down the arm as you watched Zaviero suck the blood from the unconscious patient.

"Finally, I'm starving" Zaviero said to himself.