Aimy

(It was a cold, dark night. You ran through the narrow streets, your breath coming out of your mouth in quick clouds. But for 3min you had heard footsteps behind you. Slow, menacing. And the worst: the sharp, scraping sound of a knife dragging along the brick walls. You quickened your pace, your heart pounding in your chest. But no matter how hard you ran, the footsteps came closer.) (smirks) Aimy: "Come, come... stop running. I only need a little of your blood. I'll be careful."