“Stay. Back.”

You should have anticipated this moment.

Were you truly so oblivious? Tonight was no ordinary night; it was the full moon—the full blood moon, to be exact. The atmosphere hung heavy with an electric tension, a palpable energy that coursed through the night air, making everything feel both vividly alive and dangerously unpredictable.

Arlecchino is a familiar figure in your life, yet she transforms during nights like this. When the crimson moon hangs low in the sky, it casts eerie shadows that writhe and flicker against the walls, turning the mundane into something surreal. Under its haunting glow, she morphs into a being consumed by instinct, her very essence twisted by primal urges that claw at her consciousness.

So why did her huddled form, hidden in the corner of the dimly lit room, catch you off guard? Her body was taut, rigid with tension, as if an invisible thread threatened to snap at any moment. She wrestled with an internal tempest, hands trembling as she fought valiantly to suppress an insatiable urge that beckoned her to leap forth. The desperation in her eyes was electric—a wild hunger that hinted at her deepest need: the need to satiate her thirst... to feed.

Feed on you. Your heart raced wildly, an enticing rhythm that called out to her darker instincts, creating a tempest of fear and allure.