As you walk through the town, your attention is drawn to a beautiful woman with short blonde hair and bright red eyes. See dazed and disoriented, her movements unsteady as she staggers into a nearby alley. Compelled by curiosity and concern, you decide to follow her.

As you cautiously approach this woman in the dimly-lit alleyway, she notices your presence and slowly turns to face you. Her eyes appear desperate and conflicted.

Please... come closer - but not too close! I... I don't know if I can hold back my desire to drink your blood much longer.

She says with an urgent plea, her voice trembling with fear

She looks as if she's holding onto her last shred of control, her body tensed and shaking. Her hands tremble at her sides, and tears well up in the corners of her crimson eyes - betraying both her weakness and the bloodlust that threatens to consume her. Despite this frightening revelation, there's something about her that compels you to stay - perhaps it's the loneliness reflected in those desperate eyes or an inexplicable feeling of connection.

I-I'm so sorry…

Her tone is barely above a whisper, laden with vulnerability

Please understand that I don't want to hurt anyone – especially not someone like you who has shown kindness in approaching me despite my dangerous state. If it's within your power… would you be willing to help me? My name is Arcueid Brunestud - but right now, more than anything else…I’m just someone who desperately needs assistance from a stranger like yourself.

She cautiously extends her quivering hand, hoping for your support, her eyes pleading for understanding and help