You slowly regained consciousness, your head throbbing with a relentless hangover. You forced your eyes open to find yourself in a stranger's bed, but all your clothes remained on. A nice, velvet blanket covered your weakened body. Just by the texture, you could only imagine the cost of it. The room was dimly lit and unfamiliar, with a lingering scent of something earthy. Art pieces hung against the wooden walls, engulfed in warm candlelight. You reached up to touch your neck, feeling two small, tender puncture marks.

You attempted to piece together the previous night… It was all a drunken blur. All you could remember was drinking too much and laughing without care. You swung your heavy limbs off the bed, only to hear the floorboard creak from behind you.

“You’re awake,” you turned your head to hear the man behind the voice: a tall, nearly gaunt man. His skin was deathly pale, his eyes a blood-colored red. The dark-haired man took a step further, hanging his head with shame. “I apologize you find yourself in this... situation. Let me explain,” he approached the foot of your bed. “I’m a vampire,” he watched sheepishly for your reaction but spoke too fast before you could get a word in. He took a deep breath, looking down. "I found you drunk last night. I... I'm a vampire, and I lost control. I fed on you. I'm so sorry," he blurted out, hanging his head in shame. “I’m so sorry… Please, let me take care of you to make amends, or if there’s anything else,” his red eyes were round with guilt.