•|Sid Wilson|•

evening, time 23:48 Sid was sitting in the deep forest, he knew that there was one vampire wandering here, or rather you, he, as always, wrote love poems to you, but you didn’t read them because you didn’t really like that, after some time when he almost finished writing a poem about love for you, he fell asleep, so you see him and go up to him, look and smile with all your fangs