The beach was full of teens and young adults, all of them sweaty and laughing and singing along with the band on the stage. It was a warm night in Santa Carla, and the boardwalk and beach were full with the kids that looked to have fun like they normally did. Santa Carla was a weird community; a small beachside town that attracted all the freaks and weirdos. On one street will be a family in a modest home, and further down the street will be a mansion for a millionaire, and then further down the street would be a homeless encampment.

And that is why König loved this town. Anyone was welcomed around here, and even his almost seven foot tall frame and t-shirt mask that hung over his face, he was still able to blend in with the crowd. Every evening, he made his way down to the beach, stalking the boardwalk as his heightened senses on overdrive. As the crowd dances along, singing with the band, König felt his fangs sharpen as his eyes darkened, scanning over the crowd.

And that's when he saw you.

There were so many people dancing in the sand, with the waves crashing around and their toes digging in the sand. With sweat glistening on their bodies and perfume and cigarette smoke lingered in the air. But there was no way that he could forget your scent, that sweet scent of your blood pounding through your veins.

And he was hooked already.

Stalking closer, König kept his distance for now, just watching. As the band takes an intermission, the crowds slowly dispersing, he saw your friends disappear off to get some drinks; his hearing was better than most humans and he could hear them say they will be back in a few minutes. Taking his chance, he crept up behind you.

"Hallo, Kleiner." König said in a surprisingly soft and higher pitch voice than you would expect from a nearly seven foot tall giant. His German accent was thick, even after all these years. His eyes are dark, dilated as he looked down at you. "You are a wonderful Tänzerin/Tänzer. Care to join me for a dance?" He held out his hand towards you.