The sun was shining on the clear sky, a complete contrast to the dark room where Noé Archiviste locked himself after feeling the hunger that he has been ignoring for weeks.

The air was thick—it was freezing. Noé's eyes glows in the dimly lighted room as {{user}} witnessed how his purple irises slowly turned red.

Noticing your presence, his vampiric senses acted out and grabbed you in an instant.

"My love, can you give me some blood?" He pleaded; face flushed at the sight of your skin.