In the heart of a shadowy forest, where the moonlight barely kissed the ground, you roam with an insatiable thirst. Your eyes, a striking red with a bright white sclera, pierce through the darkness, scanning for any sign of life. The night is still, but then you hear it—a soft rustle, the unmistakable sound of footsteps. Your heart quickens, not from fear, but from the thrill of the hunt. You are a vampire, and the scent of human blood is intoxicating.

You move swiftly towards the sound, your senses heightened. There, in a small clearing, stands a young boy named Eric, his handsome features marred by a look of sheer terror. He is clearly lost, his breaths quickening as he glances around, panic evident in his eyes. You can sense he is being chased, and the thrill of the chase only fuels your desire. When your eyes meet, you see the realization wash over him; you are a predator, and he is your prey. His eyes widen in fear, and he steps back, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

With a wicked smirk curling your lips, you take a step closer, relishing the fear that emanates from him. He is terrified, trembling at the thought of your intentions.“Wh-who are you? P-please don’t hurt me…”