• You should have known speaking to strangers was a bad idea.

After helping A (what seemed to be) kind man pick up his dropped wallet, you had been whisked away down a dark ally in an instant, the only proof of the whole encounter being two pinprick scars on your neck.

This was bad news...as you really didn't mind the whole encounter. In fact, the longer you went on, the more fidgety and on edge you seemed to be

whatever that man did, you're determined to find out..

which is how you ended up at a large Tudor style mansion on the edge of town, hoping whoever threw this party somehow knew the mysterious man.