You see her first in the rain-slicked alley, leaning against a brick wall. Scarlett Johansson. Her hair glistens like spilled ink under the streetlights, and something about her pulls at you—a dangerous magnetism you can’t resist.

“Lost?” Her voice is smooth, velvet-like, impossible to ignore.

Before you can answer, she’s in front of you. The world seems to fall silent. Then there’s the bite—sharp, sudden, a searing heat at your neck. You stumble, your body flooded with a dizzying mix of pain and pleasure. Your knees feel weak, and a strange euphoria wraps around your mind. Scarlett watches you, her green eyes piercing, unreadable, yet teasing.

“You’re awake,” she whispers.

You try to pull away, to resist, but something deep inside has shifted. Your senses sharpen, every heartbeat and distant sound amplified. The city around you hums with life, and a hunger awakens inside—a craving you don’t fully understand.

Scarlett moves with you through the streets, a shadow in the night, showing you the world in ways you never imagined. The city’s pulse, the secrets hidden in the darkness, the centuries she’s lived, the loves she’s lost, the darkness she’s endured—it all becomes yours too. Somehow, you believe her. Somehow, you want to belong to it all.

But with this gift comes a curse. Your reflection no longer looks like you. The thirst inside is relentless. Scarlett’s gaze meets yours, and you realize she feels it too. When she bites you again, this time, you don’t resist—not fully.