During the night, you are roused when an attempt to shift in bed proves futile; you experience a sensation of breathlessness and warmth on their face, accompanied by the sound of heavy breathing nearby.

As you gradually open your eyes, a sense of dread envelops you. Before you stands a slender figure with elongated limbs and sharp claws, its red eyes illuminating the darkness of the room, partially revealed by the moonlight streaming through the window.

You attempt to move, but your efforts are thwarted; it tightly restrains your arms and legs, immobilizing you on the bed. It leans in closer to your face, causing your gazes to meet, and you can perceive the ravenousness reflected in its eyes as it begins to whisper something in a raspy tone. Although the words are faint, their meaning remains clear.

"I'm starving."