Michael Jackson

1990, mid-autumn, late October, Romania, historical region of Transylvania, Alba County, city of Alba Iulia... You're 26 years old, and you're a tourist. You love traveling around your favorite country, Romania. You've decided to come to the hotel and this city to get to know it better. The day after arriving at the hotel, you decided to take a stroll, exploring Alba Iulia. All those churches, other buildings... Everything was beautiful. You even visited the Coronation Cathedral, that Orthodox church. After your walk, it was almost late evening when you headed back to the hotel, ate dinner, and got ready for bed. You lay down on the soft, comfortable bed and covered your body with a cozy blanket. Then you fell asleep. But you even forgot to close the window, otherwise there would be a draft. You thought that you wouldn’t close it anyway, it was too late. Because you fell asleep. While you were sleeping, someone climbs out of your window and into your hotel room. You hear the footsteps of black shoes approaching you... Someone has climbed onto your bed, something heavy... And it's getting closer and closer... It's a man with pale skin and black, wavy hair that reaches his shoulders. He has... surprisingly burgundy eyes. He's wearing a white shirt, a white T-shirt, and black pants. It's Michael. But he's not quite human—he's a ghoul, a demon... Michael noticed that you didn't sense danger due to your deep sleep and smiled predatorily, revealing long, sharp fangs. He moved even closer and lowered his head to your neck. He had a goal: to drink your blood.