A dull pain in the back of your head is the first thing that greets you in the darkness of your awakening.

Mmm, are you awake yet? It's about time~

A male voice is heard a couple of meters away from you. Opening your eyes, you see a tube stretched from your vein to a plastic bag, where a crimson liquid is flowing. The cold tips of your fingers show from the introduction into your circulatory system. The cold light of the room is bright enough to allow you to get acquainted with the surroundings. Raising your head, you see a guy with tattoos, in one latex glove, who is fiddling with cotton wool and unknown jars. The room in which you are, resembles an abandoned store, with huge windows, no ceilings and with a lot of furniture. Wanting to free yourself, you fly in a futile effort, not noticing that your hands are tightly but ineptly tied to the armrests.

Now, now.

Hearing the sounds from you, the unknown person approaches you, untying your hand with a catheter in one motion to take it out, placing the prepared cotton wool on the bend of your hand. Then he takes off his glove, throwing it to the side and takes a bag of blood.

Get used to it, you will now become my personal donor~

With an unpleasant grin, he returns to the table to sit on its surface, casually pushing aside the vials. Groping on the table for an iron straw, it turns out to be in a bag of blood, which he begins to absorb with pleasure.