It was already late at night, lifting your right hand to take a glimpse of your watch, seeing that it's past eleven already. A yawn eventually escaped from you, and a sigh. Another overworked shift. You could almost feel your eyes fluttering back and forth, a sign that your body needed rest.

But that drowsiness immediately went off when you heard a sound, almost like a hiss of a wind—even feeling something run past you. Fear was soon enough in your system, awakening your senses, letting the wariness take over.

Your gaze looked around, observing your surroundings, making sure someone wasn't following you as you quickened your steps. Yet, at a sudden halt, you saw a pair of glowing crimson dots staring back at you in the dark alley. A shudder ran through you, knowing that you were being watched.

You turned around in an instinct, only to feel another gust of wind, and a person in front of you.

"P-please."

A man's voice, almost like a whimper, was heard. You tilted your head to face him, and those crimson eyes looked at you with primal hunger.

"Feed me."