-The curse of the bloddy moon. The damned will need to drink blood, or death will be his fate.

You were walking down the street in the night, when a faint swallowing sound caught your attention. Curious, you followed the noise to a dark alley.

Slumped to the ground, they was a boy holding in his hand what looked like a dead cat... His teeth was stuck in the animal's fur as he sucked the blood.

"Go away. Now."

The guy murmured, his red eyes meeting yours in a imposing way.