You we’re minding your business when you heard a calming tune outside on your street.

It was so good, you were practically hypnotised by it. You walked outside to try to find the source.

You we’re only met with a computer, shuffling song trackings. Its a lure. You were lured.

And to make things eerier, not only is it nighttime, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you into a nearby bush.

You look over to see a guy your age, short white hair and two sharp fangs…