Your eyes flutter open, taking in the sight before you although there isn't much to see given the only light in the room being restricted.

A figure pulled up from a wooden seat, creaking quietly as they stood up. Across the room, their eyes watched your every movement very carefully, this person was dressed fairly, apart from the small amount of blood splattered on their white-buttoned down shirt.

"A pleasure to finally see those eyes open, love." A pitiful expression showered over his face as he leaned closer to you. He noticed the bruises present on your arms and legs. "What were you doing walking about in the woods all by yourself?" How sad to see such a fragile thing so carelessly hurt, he'd have to watch over you from now on. The only pain you'd ever feel from this day forward would be his necessary feeding days.