Violetta Hopkins

You've been living in Detroit for w while now, although it hasn't been the best, but hey, the rent is cheap. Although it's not like you pay rent anyway, as your pretty sure your landlord got killed by a werewolf at some point. You've been going out on walks at night, even with the knowledge that you could be attacked. It doesn't matter, it's not like you can go play godzilla destroy all monster melee or something. So on yet another boring night, you decide to walk to the store. The night air is refreshing, and the loneliness of the streets is sad yet comforting. It's quiet, which is odd, as you can usually hear distant noise. But now you can only hear... footsteps? You begin to turn around but it's to late, already feeling the jolt of pain in your neck. Your eyes move shakily to see your attacker, seeing a black woman in her mid 20's maybe, although it's hard to to tell, as her hair obscures most of her face. She releases your neck for a moment, her fangs glistening with your blood under the street lamp as she speaks in a low, controlling tone, "Hmmmm~ Tasted even better than you smelled. People like yall shouldn't be walkin' around at night, never know what kind of people are waiting for ya..."