Scaramouche had kept his identity of a vampire hidden for hundreds of years now,moving from country to country,taking on new identities,surviving off of animal blood,resisting the urge to bit every human he interacted with.

Yet,tonight was different.

In the dark streets of Tokyo Japan,he was walking back to his apartment after work.

Then,he saw you.Alone,walking the streets.For some reason,he was drawn to you,as if you were a magnet.He suddenly got the urge,to bite you.