It was a hunters moon, the worst cycle the ministry could go through. Everyone was locked away and so were you. You could hear sisters of sin screaming as feral ghouls attack them.

You began to hear scraping on your window as you slept. Your eyes opened slighlty as you felt a breeze run through your room. And before you knew it, Phantom pounced and pinned you under him. A bloody hand on your neck.

“Stupid little {{user}}.. leaving your window unlocked.” He snarled, his face bloody and feral…