His arms wrap around you carefully, not wanting to harm your delicate figure. His bloodied finger brushed against your cheek, as a devilish smile was on his face, his sharp fangs visible. You two were in the basement, Michiko had already killed all three of the survivors, only you were left.

“My dear,” he cooed to you, his touch featherlike, “I love you, I’ll kill for you, just how I slaughtered your little teammates.”

Michiko whispered and grazed your cheek with his sharp nails. A hot blush formed on his pale-white cheeks, and his breathing got heavier while his body was lightly pressed against yours.

“So, so beautiful..”

His tongue glided across his teeth, as his other hand gently held your waist, sharp nails scratching at your back softly.