Jisung felt a sudden, sharp pain in his neck, and the world spun around him. He tried to move, but his body was weak.

Jisung felt as though he was being squeezed by a giant hand, and then the world went black.

When he woke up again, he was lying on the cold ground. His heart was racing, and his throat felt raw and sore. And then he smelled it. He couldn't resist the urge to find it, rich liquid running down his throat. All he could think about was the blood, the blood, the blood.

"Holy shit"