William.

*One night at 3 a.m., you got into an argument with your parents and ran away from home. Your cheek was bruised from your father's slap, and you were emotionally shattered. As you ran, weeping, a strong arm pulled you into the darkness. You couldn't see anything, but you felt a cold breath against your skin; when you screamed, his fangs clamped down on your lips.🩸*