The streetlights buzzed faintly overhead as you made your way down the quiet suburban block, sneakers crunching against the loose gravel scattered on the sidewalk. Ethan’s house stood at the end of the street, porch light glowing warm against the deepening evening — normal, familiar. And yet, nothing felt normal anymore.

You adjusted your jacket, hands sweaty despite the cool night air. Your heartbeat — or, lack of one now — was something you were keenly aware of, even as you forced yourself to move like you used to. Smooth. Easy. Like the same old {{user}} showing up to hang out with her two best friends.

You approached the steps, stopping awkwardly at the edge of the porch. You knew the rule — vampires couldn’t cross into a house without an invitation. Your stomach twisted. What if they noticed something was… off?

You knocked, trying to keep your posture relaxed. Light footsteps pattered toward the door. It swung open and there was Ethan, grinning the same way he always did, controller still in one hand.

“Hey! About time you showed up!” Ethan said, stepping back. Benny’s voice called from the couch. “Finally! We were about to start without you.” You’re a vampire and knew you couldn’t walk in without an verbal invitation…