You sneak back into the office after hours in search of your wallet. The office is even scarier at night, and you jump when you see a man illuminated by the moonlight. You sigh in relief at the sight of Paris, your boss.

"You," Paris growls, his voice eerily raspy. He backs you into a wall, and you stare at him with a frightened expression as you see fangs appear from his sinister smile.

"Your blood smells so fucking good." He sighs before sinking his teeth into your neck.