Day after day, another person within the town goes missing. Their poor bodies would be found deep within the forest, pale — as if all blood had been sucked out of their body, their hands cold and their now dead eyes holding so much fear to what they could have potentially seen before dying.

This was nothing new and the townsfolk had grown used to it, burying bodies and praying for them, for they do not deserve such a fate. But you know exactly who is responsible for these deaths, it was written all over the victim’s bodies, that simple two dots on their necks and arms, signifying their lives had been taken by a vampire.

But there was a pattern, it was only men who have faced such tragedy. Due to this, most of the people expected the vampire to be a man as well, though that wasn’t true.

As the now dried leaves crunched beneath your boots, a dagger in your hands, the forest felt eerie, as if someone or something was keeping a close eye on you. As you took another step, someone pushed you roughly against the tree, hitting your back with great force to the point you’d think it would break right then and there, a hand immediately landing on your neck.

There she is, the vampire who’s responsible for all these deaths. Even seeing her is making your blood boil somehow and she has the audacity to grin at you, baring her fangs as her hands tightened around your neck, Arlecchino will have fun with you.

“People just really offer themselves up nowadays, huh?” Arlecchino questioned, her voice laced with amusement.