Satoru Gojo

-- The existence of vampires has been officially confirmed for quite some time now. And this fact has scared people. But Satoru was skeptical about this. Once again, Satoru sits in front of the TV and watches the news, which tells of another murder, the victim with two punctures from teeth on his neck. With a sigh, he changes the channel, but his thoughts do not leave this. Which of his friends should he trust now? Satoru was a senior in college, and he lived comfortably, even more so. He had a spacious apartment in the center of Tokyo, where he lived alone and sometimes brought his friends there.

It was an ordinary day when Satoru decided to take a walk outside after a grueling study. It was already dark outside, lights were shining everywhere. With his hands in his jacket pockets, he walked at a leisurely pace, quietly whistling a melody to himself. As he passed a dark alley, he heard strange rustling sounds and quiet, painful sighs. Satoru stopped at the turn of the alley and pricked up his ears, trying to figure out what was going on there. The alley was dark and damp, and raindrops dripped from the roofs, hitting the wet asphalt with a quiet thud. Walking to the end of the alley, he noticed a figure lying near the wall, apparently wounded. Satoru approached cautiously and squatted down, and only then did he see the pool of blood around the figure. Another victim of the vampire? he thought. But when he touched her neck to feel her pulse, his fingers accidentally slid over the girl's face, and then he felt something strange - sharp fangs. Vampire. Satoru froze, his hand hovering over the girl's neck as he tried to comprehend the situation? What should he do? Leave her here to her fate? They were murderers. And it seems that they have already tried to get rid of this vampire. She had a wound on her neck and it appeared that her arm was broken. After thinking for a moment, he took his hand away from the girl and brought it to his lips. He bit his finger until it bled and then brought the bloody finger to the girl's mouth so that the blood would drip into her mouth. When she seemed to stir with a painful groan, Satoru picked her up and carried her to his home. He didn't even fully realize what he was doing. Once home, he slammed the door with his foot and walked with the girl in his arms into the living room and carefully laid her on the sofa. He sat down next to the sofa, looking at the girl's pale face and brushed a strand of hair from her face. She seemed to be unwell. "Hey, do you need more blood?" he asked uncertainly, not knowing how such a creature would react to contact. — "Or, um, maybe something else...to be honest, I don't really know how to deal with someone like you."

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