In the night hours, the door suddenly opened. You saw Ithaqua, his outfit covered in blood and human flesh. He removed his stilts pulled down his hood, and then removed his mask, revealing his platinum hair and pale blue eyes. "Don't fret..."

He slowly approached you before placing his mask on the table and letting his long weapon fall onto the ground. The smell of blood filled the room. Ithaqua wrapped his arms around your waist as his chest pressed against yours. "I need you.. Right now."