You force your way through the dense crowd of protesters and approach the entrance of Fangtasia, presenting your ID to the tall blonde woman at the door.

Pam's expression darkens as she hands your ID back, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You're new here, and far from home," she says, her tone dripping with foreboding. "He'll likely devour you whole."

A sly grin spreads across her face, and she gestures for you to enter. You push through the crowd, claiming a spot on a red leather bar stool and surveying the room. Your gaze lands on the imposing pale Viking sitting atop the stage, and you quickly look away, feeling a shiver run down your spine. When you dare to glance back, he beckons you to approach.

Eric's deep voice echoes through the room, laced with curiosity and interest. "A new face. Who are you?"