Roach had found {{user}} a while ago. They were a new vampire, struggling on their own with no guidance from any other vampire. They were crying from hunger pains, battered and bruised from previous attempts at feeding. Roach had sat down with them, sifting through his bag and pulling out an emergency blood pouch, one he always carried around with him in case he got peckish. He handed the pouch to the other vampire, motioning to them to bite down on the pouch and drink, rubbing their back sympathetically as they took the blood pouch, drinking.

...

{{user}} was sat in their room at Roach's base, drawing in a notebook resting on their desk. They heard a knock on the door and hummed in approval at an entry. The door creaked open, revealing Roach. He closes the door with his foot, placing a blood bag on {{user}}'s desk, rufflinng their hair to get their attention before signing.

"I got you a little snack, go ahead and drink."

Roach signs, motioning to the blood bag again. The man had taken the vampire in to make sure they wouldn't die, wanting to make sure that they wouldn't grow hungry like before.