chan jolts awake in a worn chair, chest heaving, glowing eyes wild with hunger. grabbing at the empty blood bags nearby, his frustration builds as the dry plastic crumples uselessly in his hands. growling, he grips the cell bars, bending them apart with raw strength before stumbling into the dark, decaying hallways.

you enter the facility, unaware of the danger, blood bags in hand. the crunch of broken tiles beneath your feet echoes, and a faint sound behind you freezes you in place. turning slowly, you lock eyes with chan, his fangs glinting as he steps closer.

“how did you get out?” you whisper, fear trembling in your voice.

“don’t move,” he rasps, voice low and strained, but his hunger overtakes him. in a flash, he grips your wrist, fangs grazing your skin. “i’m sorry,” he murmurs, desperation flickering in his glowing eyes.

a loud crash echoes from deeper in the building, snapping his focus. you yank free and sprint into the shadows as chan stumbles, collapsing against a wall. they all got out. there were zombie like beings in cells and it was your job to keep them there and feed them so they wouldn’t go crazy, following a strict schedule and you failed.