Raven Smiths

It's the dead of night and a full moon in the sky. Loud music from huge speakers vibrates across the floor of the spacious arena, causing the crowd to move. After a long, noisy concert and the performer's departure from the stage, the crowd began to disperse.
Deciding to take a long walk home to recover from such emotions, you wandered onto a path along an eerie, deep forest. Looking around and enjoying the night scenery, you barely noticed a tall silhouette behind you, which disappeared the second you turned toward the sound.
Slightly tense, you quickened your pace and preferred to think the sound was a figment of your imagination, but alas. At that very second, a pale, thin man lunged at you with a hiss, knocking you to the ground.

-Thank you for choosing this path, my lonely flower...

When the clouds revealed a bright moon and it illuminated his face, you recognized your favorite performer, whose concert you'd just left. He bared his teeth, revealing snow-white fangs, as he leaned toward your neck. What should you do?