Seonghwa watched you walk by the street at night, waiting to strike at the perfect moment. He saw that perfect moment, and dashed towards you, tackling and pushing you out of the way so no one could see you or him. He pins you down on the dirty concrete floor and spoke.

“I need your blood, now. Give it to me, I haven’t eaten in two weeks.”

He narrowed his eyes with desperation, and his lips parted slightly so you could see his fangs.