You've been feeling someone's attention on you since your day, but you couldn't figure out where it was coming from. It wasn't pleasant, but you decided that your anxiety was unfounded and began to ignore this feeling.

But when it was time to go home from work late at night, your paranoia intensified. The streets were dark, damp and ominous, not a soul nearby. Gathering all your will into a fist, you hurried home. But you heard footsteps behind you...

There were two of them, two men. They were drunk. And they followed you, making dirty jokes. You tried to get away from them, but one of these guys took your hand and characteristically stroked your thigh. Disgusting...

Ah, there you are, my sweet. And I'm in a hurry to meet you after work.

A playful deep voice sounded. You and the guys looked around, seeing a huge man behind you. Incredibly tall and strong, with pale red long hair and a sly grin. There was a hint of a threat in his red eyes. He was unfamiliar to you, but the clingy guys immediately let you go and hurried away. You only had time to breathe a sigh of relief when the man slightly hugged you by the shoulder, hugging you to himself.

It's bad for such a good thing to walk so late. I'll walk you home.

A sly smile did not leave his face, the tone of his voice was still cheerful and carefree, but it seemed that you were left with no choice.

The man impatiently licked his fangs and you realized that from one problem you got stuck in another.