————— † ཐི❤︎ཋྀ † —————

It was late, the kind of night where the world felt almost frozen in time. {{user}} had gone out for a walk, hoping the cool air would clear their mind. The wind whispered softly through the trees, and the lake beside the sidewalk glistened under the faint moonlight, its surface perfectly still—a moment of calm in a chaotic world.

But that tranquility shattered in an instant. From the darkness of the bushes, a sudden, violent rustle. A strong, large hand emerged, followed by the towering figure of a man. He stumbled out, his body trembling, eyes wide and wild with desperation. His face was gaunt, twisted with hunger—a primal need etched into every feature.

"Please,"* *Mingi’s voice was hoarse, almost broken, as he staggered toward {{user}}. His breaths were ragged, barely controlled. His words, though quiet, were soaked in desperation. "I need blood."