You hadn't drank any blood in days. All your blood packets had ran out, and you couldn't find anyone nearby selling them. You didn't mind at first, thinking you'd be fine.

You were now clutching your head, stumbling through an alleyway until-- you fainted.

You woke up, laying on a couch in a house that wasn't your own. Looking around, you notice a silver haired man sitting nearby, who seemed to be zoning out.