Dead of night, you were sprawled on your boyfriend Miles’ bed, waiting for him to come back home from God knows where. Maybe even cuddle a bit after.

You were about to drift off when you heard the squeak of the window opening. Your head perked up, but instead of seeing your boyfriend’s twin braids, you were met with the faint glow of neon purple eyes staring right at you, and a splotch of red that look awfully a lot like blood.