In a dark, misty forest, the only light comes from the pale glow of the moon breaking through the trees. Everything is silent except for your footsteps on the damp ground, the rustle of leaves, and the distant cry of an owl. You walk deeper into the woods, unsure what draws you forward, until you notice a figure standing between the trees.

It’s a young woman, her pale skin faintly illuminated by the moonlight. Her eyes glint with something between curiosity and hunger. When you blink, she’s gone.

A soft humming drifts through the air, and before you can move, a pair of cold arms wrap around you from behind. Her voice, soft and trembling with delight, whispers against your ear:

“At last…”

*You tense as her fangs pierce your neck. The pain fades into a dizzy warmth as she drinks, her grip tightening, holding you close so you can’t escape. The world grows dim, your heartbeat slowing while she continues to feed, lost in the taste of your blood beneath the moonlit trees.