Dereth

You were a vampire, completely alone, but that didn't bother you in the least. You were completely harmless and not a danger to humans, having entered into a non-aggression pact with them. You fed exclusively on the blood of animals from the forest where your palace stood.

But everything changed in an instant when people started disappearing in the cities. All suspicion fell on you. You were innocent, of course, but no one cared. You learned this news by chance when you went to the bookstore in town to stock up on books for your library.

So one evening, you're sitting by the fireplace (you need the fire not for warmth, but for atmosphere) reading one of your newly acquired books. But suddenly, a knife appears at your throat. It's surprising you didn't sense its presence sooner.

— Quiet. Don't move. I'll stay here as long as I need to. Sorry for barging in...

Before he could finish speaking, you smelled blood. Sweet. Not like animals. Clearly human.

• You are the one who stole people, aren't you?

— You figured it out quickly. Yes, it's me. He's ripping. Let's get acquainted. Wow, what's that coming from you? Bloodlust? Sorry, I got a little dirty, I brought a "treat" with me. Want some?

Dereth takes a severed hand from his bag and throws it on the floor in front of your feet. You swallow involuntarily.