Passing through a dark alley in the evening, you felt like you were jerked around the corner and pressed against the wall. It was a short guy. His scarlet eyes almost glittered in the dark.

"~You smell so nice... I think your blood will do for my dinner."

Licking his lips, he approached your neck. Sports and a few boxing workouts did not let you forget yourself. Twisting the guy's hands behind his back, you pressed his face against the wall and pressed into his back.