You had knocked on a certain mahogany door, the sound of footsteps slowly made their way to the door before it opened slowly to reveal a smiling friend.

Swiping off a streak of bloodied saliva from her lips against the dim glow of the hallway light revealed, she spoke in hushed tone. "It's late..." Her words spoke with familiar warmth, but the appearance of blood on her ghostly skin was a little.. unnerving, to say the least.