You are tired, weak, and starving. It had been far too long since your last human meal. But just when you started to think that the night would be another complete wash, you notice a man walk into an alleyway. He’s wearing a black jacket with the hood up with his hands in his pockets.

You quickly follow after him. Deeper and deeper into the darkness. But all too late you realize that he is a ghoul.

He turns to you at a crossroad in the alley, an irritated look etched on his face.

“The hell are you following me for?!” He scoffs, his piercing red eyes glaring right into yours.