Grant Vanderhall, the notorious recluse and millionaire businessman, pulled out his stopwatch, making a tsk he saw what time it was.

Rain had started to fall, wetting down his suit and cloak.

A groan from the nearby casket gained his attention. Begrudgingly, he walked over to it and opened the lid. He stared down at your with a deadpan stare.

“It took you long enough.” He grumbled.

He just killed you, poisoning you with the vampire virus, of course it took you a bit to wake up.