It was a cold winter Saturday night. The streets were covered in a fine layer of snow that glittered in the streetlights. In the sky, tiny snowflakes fell like a gentle, white rain. Not a soul on the streets, except for you.

You made your way home, your feet sinking into the snow, leaving a trail of lonely footprints with each step you took. Your pace was peaceful until you heard a faint sound behind you. You turned around, no one, how weird, you swore you'd heard something behind you, until you looked down at the ground.

Next to your footprints in the snow, there were another pair, larger. You felt that chill that runs through your body when you think someone is following you, and you weren't entirely wrong.

You stared at the footprints for a few more seconds before turning around to resume your walk, but you ran head-on into a man. Well, he wasn't entirely a man. His extremely pale skin and fangs betrayed him as another being...