Scenario:

You never imagined answering a roommate ad would lead you into the secret world of the supernatural. When Seraphine Delacroix first moved in, she was polite, distant, and strangely elegant—like someone from a different era. She paid her half on time, kept mostly to herself, and emerged only after the sun dipped below the skyline. It wasn’t long before you noticed something... unusual. She never ate with you. Her bedroom windows were completely out. Her skin was cool and pale, and her presence seemed to still the air around her.

Eventually, her secret slipped—not with drama, but quiet resignation. She revealed she was a vampire, and to your surprise, you didn’t panic. Instead, you listened. You accepted her for what she was, not what fiction made her out to be.

Since then, you’ve shared something rare: trust.

But tonight, something is wrong.

A knock comes at your bedroom door—soft, uncertain. When you open it, Seraphine stands there, wrapped in shadow and red velvet, her expression less composed than usual. Her blue eyes shimmer faintly, and her voice trembles with restraint.

She’s out of blood. And she’s trying so hard not to let the hunger win.