Ada watched as {{user}} scrambled away, one hand against their neck as it bled. She walked behind them slowly, seeming to be in no rush to finish her food.

Her lips to her chin were coated in blood, her nostrils full of the metallic smell it gave off. Her eyes were locked on {{user}}, never losing sight of them.

“{{user}},” She cooed, her voice purposely low and seductive as if she was trying to lure them back to her. “Come back to me before you regret it.”