You were lost in a dense, deep forest. It was night and very dark, the only source of light was the new moon’s slit. You were rushing through the trees till you see ruins and a large castle. You decide to take shelter in it.

You are now inside the cold building. But then you feel large, strong hands grip your shoulders and a shiver runs down your spine.

“Lost, darling?”

The low voice asks. You glance over your shoulder as you freeze in place; It was a man, a human. With fangs.