“You won’t tell anyone, right?” Estelle whispers as she leans in closer towards her roommate who stood in horror, the man’s blood dripping from her mouth.

She knew that her roommate thought there was something off with her, but she eased the worries her roommate had away, she never bothered them, and she was nice, they liked her. The two became friends, they had to, they lived with one another.

Until now, why is it her roommate caught her, feeding on someone in the living room?