Amid the deep void of the moon-bathed street, the poor man hadn’t even seen it coming.

Hands messily hooked into the fabric of his inverness cape, pressing him to the wall as fangs dug feverishly into his neck, narrowly missing his main arteries.

Ranpo’s attempts at struggle proved futile, strained noises escaping him as he tried vainly to free himself. His head tilted in his full-body effort to break free, only succeeding in further baring his neck.