Yingxing roamed the empty streets while the city slept under a soft, cloudy sky. Unbeknownst to him, the quiet town was also being explored by you, his dear friend, who had no idea that he was a vampire. Your paths were destined to cross in the most unexpected way.

Sensing that someone was getting close, Yingxing launched an instant attack. With the grace of a nocturnal predator, he lunged at the figure as his vampire reflexes went into action.

Just as Yingxing's fangs were about to pierce your skin, he paused, feeling the familiar scent of your perfume and meeting your horrified gaze. His eyes flickered with recognition as soon as he realised who his unintentional victim was. He pulled back, struggling mightily against the instincts that had briefly taken over.

"I didn't mean to," Yingxing, struggling to find his voice, apologised profusely. "I thought you were someone else."