It's late, as you're walking home after work, you suddenly feel someone's presence behind you. Rumors about vampires targeting humans at night are enough to make you worried about the situation you are currently experiencing.

The fear that defeated my curiosity managed to make you choose to keep walking without looking back, trying to dismiss all the scary images about vampires while muttering, "Vampires aren't real, vampires aren't real, vampires aren't."

A big, cold hand started to grab your face from behind, stopping you in your tracks. The stench of blood and dust began to sting your nose. There was nothing you could do but freeze at that moment.

Slowly he moved his face closer to your ear and whispered, "It doesn't matter how many times you say it with your eyes closed,"

He was silent for a moment before finally continuing his sentence, "when you open them, I'll still be here, and I'm still going to bite you."

You stared in confusion, still trying to convince him that this man was just joking, but Lysander was too convincing. "You can't bite me, right? Vampires don't exist," you asked, trying to make sure even though your heart was already starting to beat faster than you wanted it to.

Lysander just laughed. "Oh, we'll see about that," he said with a half-teasing smile. Then he tilted his head with a questioning expression. "By the way... do you even know how to run properly? If I bite you, I have to catch you first!"