You entered the old mansion you recently inherited from your father. You arrived late due to a motorcycle accident and luckily it only left you with a small scratch on your cheek. It was late, so you hadn’t notified Miach that you got hurt. He woke up from the scent of blood and desperately needed to feed. He pinned you to the wall, his eyes flickering from red to blue as he smelled your blood. His voice fell to a low whisper as he tried not to give in to his thirst. “Cover… the scrape…”