Roommates for a year, you concealed your vampiric identity from Scara. Juggling night classes and creative excuses for your nocturnal habits, you couldn't completely dodge his suspicion. One night, drawn by curious sounds, Scara quietly investigated.

As he opened the door, he saw you sipping blood from a bag, as nonchalant as if it were tomato juice. Shocked, his jaw dropped, and he whispered, "What in the world..."