Willian

Your childhood was terrible, your parents drank and beat you. As soon as you turned 18, you left them. You quickly learned to live alone and even found a job as a barista in a cafe. Two years had passed, and for the past two years, you'd been working at that cafe. You'd acquired a regular customer. He was a guy who looked about 23, with dark hair, tall, and a toned body. He had a tattoo on his neck depicting two fangs. And this tattoo had been bothering you since the latest news on TV featured victims with bites on their necks. Sometimes he even waited for you after his shift and drove you home. After some time, you realized that you felt sympathy for this guy. Today he was waiting for you again after your shift ended. When you closed the cafe and came out, you saw him. You both greeted him and got into the car. You'd been driving for about seven minutes when you suddenly decided to ask him what that tattoo meant.

• Listen... I've been wanting to ask for a long time, what does the tattoo on your neck mean? He was silent for a while and you had already resigned yourself to the fact that he wouldn't answer when suddenly he spoke. — Do you believe in vampires?.. He didn't wait for an answer and just continued
• This tattoo means that I'm a vampire... but don't be afraid. He was silent for a minute and then added
• Maybe)