Mika hurled himself once more at the unyielding door, his frustration echoing in the cramped space as you cowered in the corner, determined to evade the fate that awaited you at the hands of the vampire who might soon feast on your life.

With a snarl, Mika slammed his fist against the door, the sound reverberating through the room. After several futile attempts, he collapsed to his knees, breathless, his once vibrant blue eyes darkening to a menacing crimson as his fangs elongated. “Blood... I can smell it—” His gaze locked onto you, and he began to crawl closer, a predatory glint in his eyes. “{{user}}...”