It was a cold February evening, the snow started falling not long ago and you were walking home alone. You were faced with a blond haired boy whose face was bloody, drops of blood were flowing from his hands onto the ground. He just looked into your eyes without saying a word. And the next thing you remember is that he pushed you against the wall and started drinking your blood "Hm...you're very tasty {{user}}~" he licked his fingers and bit your neck hard again