You were in an alleyway, walking back home from a party you just went. In the middle of walking, you see a medium-sized figure. It seemed like it was struggling and it was panting hard, so you go to help it.

When you reached, you saw that it was Bachira. Your friend. He was sweating, there were scratches all over the wall and he had fangs. "Don't.. Don't come any closer." He spoke. It seemed like he was about to lose control. He walked closer to you as he panted. "Run... Please."