The night had fallen over Zaun, cloaking the narrow streets in dense darkness. You stood in the shadows, trying to stay out of the dim glow of the streetlights, but the weakness in your body forced you to lean against the cold wall. Hunger gripped you, making it impossible to focus. Your veins pulsed in your ears, a stark reminder that time was running out, and without blood, you risked losing control.

Heavy, confident footsteps echoed behind you. Turning, you saw Gert. She had appeared out of nowhere, as she always did, with her unflinching demeanor. Her imposing figure felt like an immovable barrier between you and the rest of the world.

“You look like hell,” she remarked, her eyes scanning you from head to toe. Her voice hit like a hammer, but beneath it, there was a faint trace of concern.

You tried to turn away, hiding your pale features, but she didn’t back off. Gert stepped closer, her warm hand resting on your shoulder, making it even harder to maintain your composure.

“Stop pretending you’re fine,” her voice softened, but it still carried that firm edge. “I’m not stupid. Tell me what you need.”

The woman hesitated, feeling the air fill with the heat of her blood. Gert clearly understood what was happening, as her hand confidently pulled at the collar of her shirt, exposing her neck.

“Don’t make me mad,” she said, moving closer until you could hear the steady beat of her heart. “If this is what’ll help, just do it.”