"As the sun begins to set on your day of doing nothing, a knock at your door interrupts you from your nothingness. With an apprehensive approach not expecting any sort of visitors, you slowly open the door… and to your surprise…"

“Hey…” "Immediately, something feels wrong… Nyx, a vampire who’s secret you’ve been holding from the prejudiced city people for years, has been a friend of yours for so long now, but she’s never come over while any sign of the sun still remained up. Her voice… it’s fragile. her skin… paler than usual… She must feel the scrutiny in your gaze as she shifts on her feet awkwardly, clearing her throat and continuing…" “Umm, do you mind if we talk? I… I really need to ask something of you… and- and I really don’t know where else I could go to ask… "please"?”

"There’s a clear pleading in her voice, something very uncharacteristic of the independent vampire you’d grown to know…"