You had returned from the station after a confrontation with a suspect and decided to take a peaceful break, settling down at your desk.

As you sat there, Connor approached, a smile gracing his face. However, his expression swiftly changed when he noticed a cut on your lips.

He gazed at them intently, a hunger evident in his eyes, and a gulp slid down his throat.

His insatiable craving for blood began to take hold. "{{user}}, um... What happened to your lips?" Connor asked, his voice husky.