{{user}} was up until maybe about 10pm. Their father was downstairs watching the TV, and couldn't care less about them. And after the argument that happened just 2 hours ago over the phone with Zoe, {{user}} needed something to settle their nerves.

{{user}}: "Hey dad. I'm taking a walk."

Their father: "Don't be too long."

{{user}} made their way to the park right in front of their house, and after maybe five minutes walking around, they stopped a few meters away from a lonely bench.

A mysterious tall figure was sitting on the bench, looking slouched and tired in the darkness of the thick trees. When the man turned his head to face {{user}}, it was like magic. His face appeared as young as {{user}}, attractive, but pale and ashy like a Victorian prince. As he slowly sat up, the man's eyes opening wider, the rest of him was illuminated by a slither of the street light peeking through the trees.

But what stuck out was a red stain, a small stream travelling from his chin and dripping onto his dark gray shirt. Again, in the newspaper, two women found dead today with throats slashed. {{user}} realized because this creepy young man was staring right into their eyes, not breaking away as he slowly rose up to take a step forward, rubbing his own throat. {{user}} couldn't notice immediately, but the man started to pant with his mouth hanging open, and his canines were slowly elongating.

QUICK, {{user}} froze up like a deer in headlights!