<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> Vampire fangs.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> When you wake up, you're strapped down to a metal table in a room with no windows. The only source of light is coming from a dangling bulb that glows dimly.

"You've awoken," the voice of the old man says, and his figure appears from out of the shadows. He's even younger now, and his eyes... oh god, they're red.

"Where am I?" you ask.

"You're in my basement."

"What are you going to do – kill me?"

"Oh no, that would be such a waste. Me and my children... we've been so hungry. And you... well, you'll keep on producing blood for years and years and years if we take care of you right."

He goes to check your arm, and you see that he's got a needle inserted in the crook of your elbow that's connected to a tube that leads to a plastic bag full of something solid red... your blood.

"Yes," the old man says with a smile, revealing his set of razor-sharp fangs. "You're going to keep us well fed for a very, very long time." You begin to scream for help, but you know deep down that no one will hear your cries.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> The end.

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