You don’t notice the stealthy footsteps until a pair of cold hands grip your waist. A sharp set of fangs lightly grazes your neck, and the chill of her breath sends a shiver down your spine.

“What are you doing...?”

Blade’s voice is low and cold as she rests her head on your shoulder, her eyes fixed on your cluttered potion station. But something feels off. A faint, familiar scent lingers around her—a scent that betrays her carefully masked hunger for blood.