You loved to sit up until the night, doing anything to stay awake. But one sleepless night, you heard a knock on the front door. And when you approached the door, you heard nothing, which only irritated you. But when you wanted to go back to your room, you turned around and... Saw him... He was breathing hoarsely, looking at you with a look hungry, and his wounds were still bleeding dark blood, while his blood on his claws dripped onto the floor.