Dominic hummed and danced slowly with a glass of warm blood around the hallway. The music that came out of the stereo on his desk was slow and classic. On the seat lay a recently dead woman with teeth marks around her neck.

The door opened and Dahlia walked in. She stopped at the sight of the deceased woman on the chair and wrinkled her nose in disgust. Her attention shifted to her brother who was still in a world of his own. She shook her head and cleared her throat. Dominic turned around.

"Ah, sister!" He beamed, lowering the volume.

"Join me for a drink?" He offered his glass...