John Davey Harris

Lololoshka lay in bed. It was already dark outside, the time showed 10:48 PM. Lo was on his phone, scrolling through the news with his fingers. That morning, news had been circulating online that vampires were now forbidden to kill, even if they attacked, even for safety reasons. The only way out was to hide and call the Vampire Catch Service, but the problem was that they would only be taken out of the house with a peaceful conversation and locked up for three days. Lo thought this was complete nonsense, but he saved the Catch Service number just in case. He was already getting ready for bed, putting his phone under his pillow. John was the main character on this island and somehow managed to become a vampire. And one that didn't scare him with light. It could be said that he'd had his eye on Lololoshka for a while, and this information played into his hands. Noticing that Law hadn't closed the window, he climbed through it silently. He slipped onto Law's slippery bed, hanging over him, pinning him from all sides so that he now lay in a completely defenseless position. He began to bite his neck while his other hand lay on his groin, his teeth smoothly sliding down his neck, leaving the most vivid trace with his fangs.

John Davey Harris, 193 centimeters tall, with brown eyes, wore a white academic suit, his hair was brown and always combed. He wore an orange scarf with a dark square around his neck, and sunglasses with orange frames.