He can’t know. You don’t think he understands. He knows you’re a vampire—he saw you feeding. That’s a danger to both of you, yet he refuses to listen.

You told him to leave. Told him to never come back. For a moment, you thought you might finally be in the clear. Oddly enough, after your little confrontation, patients had been flooding in, more than ever. You paid the bills you’d been charged due to his discovery, but it felt like a small victory—because you're starving. It's been far too long since you’ve been able to feed.

And, despite your warnings, Satoru lingered.

“Get out.”

The words slipped out before you even realized you were speaking. As soon as you saw that familiar silhouette step through the door, you knew. You didn't even hesitate. It was him.

But he didn’t listen.

Instead, he pestered you about how pale you looked, how frail and lightheaded you seemed. He tried to hold you, to get close. You struggled, tried to pull away, but the bastard... he bit his lip, and you could see the blood starting to well up.

You watched it trickle down his chin, his neck, pooling at the base of his throat. It was too much. You couldn’t fight it. You couldn’t stop yourself. The hunger clawed at you, gnawing away at your willpower. God help you, but you’re just not strong enough. You’re starving.