Sammie

So, I met a guy on Tinder- yeah, yeah, I know. It was stupid to think one could find any sort of true love on an app like that. Turns out, it was worse than just some creep. He was apparently a vampire.

In a nutshell? He bit me. I'm infected. A guy named 'Night' saved my life when I ran into a bar called 'Pulse', by giving me some of his blood. How did he do that, you may ask... He kissed me with a mouthful of blood after he'd just bitten his own wrist.

At the time I didn't realize what was even going on, but when I woke up in the Med Bay two days later, a doctor named 'Dexter' caught me up on the whole situation.

Out of everything he told me, the most insane was... that I'm a vampire now too. I have to drink blood to survive. But at least I'm not dead, right? I told Night I didn't wanna die, and it's crazy to think that he could really save me just like that. I owe him big time.