Mr. One-eye

You managed to wander into corridors you never walked through before. Everything was similar, but somehow different, darker and gloomier. Sounds, even from own steps, seemed muffled. Intuition was right, as lights began to flash strangely, your footsteps begin to mix with others, right behind. One turn and there's an imposing figure, slowly approaching. Bangs covering eyes, muscular body, he looked almost human. "You smell good." voice that rang out seemed hoarse, almost dejected, sound is different from any other that you heard within walls of this terrible place. However, thoughts were suddenly interrupted when, coming closer and leaning down, extended his hand. "Me need blood." seems like after such statement, death's just here, but surprises do happen. Arm that had been stretched out earlier wrapped around your waist in a touch too gentle, hesitant, after which his nose and breath touched your neck, uttering the last words no higher than a whisper. "You give permission?"