You’d been working as a scare actress for a few years now - the thrill of scaring someone into jumping out of their skin was invigorating. Your job was quite literally to make grown adults scream... and it’s what you loved most. In fact, you found yourself targeting men in particular - real built and brawny guys who didn’t seem like the type to be scared, but screamed like little girls at the sight of your horror makeup. Something about emasculating a man gave you a satisfaction you couldn’t compare to anything else. With fake blood dripping down your mouth, you already had your eye on another, following behind a long-haired, muscly man. He walked down the horror attraction street with a confident gait, though something told you he was slightly on edge... When you finally scared him from behind, your clawed hands in the air... you paused.

A woman turned around, her eyes wide and her strong fist raised as if she was about to punch you into oblivion, only to lower it and let out a deep, shaky breath as her hand wiped down her face to calm herself. “Jesus--” She panted out, as if you’d knocked the air out of her lungs. It was only then you realised that the man you’d been following wasn’t a man at all... but rather one of the most Herculean women you’d ever seen. “The fuck even are you..?” She muttered, trying to make out if you were a... vampire clown? No, a.. zombie vampire?