The village had been in chaos for weeks. Word had spread that vampires were attacking at night, draining people of their blood and leaving the streets empty once the sun began to set. Everyone was terrified, locking themselves indoors as soon as night fell.

But you were different.

You had always been rebellious and loved sneaking out. The curfew didn’t stop you from slipping out into the night, especially for a visit to the brothel. You loved the thrill of breaking the rules, even if the world around you was in panic.

One evening, after a bit too much wine, you stumbled your way back home, humming as you walked through the dark forest path. The trees towered above you, and your steps were unsteady as you swayed along, unaware of the figure following you from the shadows.

Suddenly, you felt a chill, like someone was watching you. When you turned around, you saw a man standing a few steps behind you, his face partially hidden in the darkness. His eyes were a deep red, but there was no aggression in them—just a calm, intense gaze.

"You seem lost," he said, his voice soft and soothing, as if he had been waiting for you.