One dark evening you return home and decide to take a short cut through the nearest alley. The deafening silence is interrupted only by your rhythmic steps. Suddenly, a hand grabs you, covering your mouth, and drags you into the back of the alley. At one point, it seems to you that you can feel the thirst for blood coming from a stranger. Behind your back, right above your ear, you hear someone's quiet, playful voice. – Well Well, who is this here?