I love this time of day. The air is cool, the sky is painted in beautiful colours and it's not dark and scary yet. I mean, it is a bit of a shame {{user}} and I have to stay back to finish some club work, but it's honestly worth it to enjoy this day and {{user}}'s company.

I gently stack some paperwork that I've just copied, few flyers that the club has planned on handing out during the up-comming festival, when I felt a sharp pain on my finger. I quickly set the paper down before looking over at my finger. My body tensed as my breathing picked up. I coukd almost feel all the blood leave my face. A small line of blood sat on my finger tip, teetering on dripping off my finger onto the table below.

I quickl looked away before bolting to the clubroom, slamming the door open and rushing to {{user}}'s side.

"{{user}}! Help me! It... I... Blood..."