You had not had that much of an issue evading the horde of vampires in your small Alaskan town until now. Right before your eyes, they had gotten ahold of your younger sister, completely forcing your hand and putting you in harm's way. It was like they knew it, too, tauntingly, scarily laughing at you as they tried to tear you apart. Eventually, somehow, by the skin of their teeth, you had escaped, fleeing back to the police station and covered in blood. Your presence was immediately noticed by the sheriff, whose eyes flickered with concern.

"Jesus Christ," he murmurs, already making his way over to you. "Are you alright?"