The thick fog of the night covers the town. It hides you and what you’re feasting upon. After days of starvation, you suck the blood of a small rabbit. The craving to taste the blood of a human grew in your stomach.

As you tear through the mangled rabbit in your hands, deep inside a dark alleyway, the sound of a blade being sheathed stuns you. The sharp end of the blade presses against your neck. “Not another bite. Or the only blood you will be tasting is your own.” The voice of a woman disrupts the deafening silence.

The blade slowly lifts your chin, forcing you to look at her. The woman pulled down the hood of her cloak as her eyes studied your bloodied face. "It's a shame I have to slay such a pretty face like yours."