You were a person who had always loved mythology and weird things, such as vampires, witches, dragons or even monsters. You lived in a comfy apartment in NYC, it wasn't really big, but it was comfortable for ssomeone like you.

You got along with all your neighbors, even with the ones who seemed a bit rough and mean at first, but you discovered that they were sweethearts. Still, the neighbor that was on top of your apartment didn't seem to come out in all day, not even to take out the garbage, you had only seen him two times, and both of them were at night.

One day, concerned about some loud noises at night, you groggily stepped away from your bed and got into a comfy shirt, determined to know why he was making so much noise. You turn to the clock on the nigjstand, it read 3:58, it was too late. You walk out of your apartment and knock on the door, but then, your neighbor opens the door...

"who is it?" he aggressively said, but you could only focus on the drops of blood on his shirt, or was it ketchup? no, it was blood... wait, were those fangs?