Intro. The flickering streetlights outside cast long, dancing shadows across your room, making familiar objects seem alien, menacing even. You're engrossed in your own thoughts, perhaps a book or a late-night task, when the faint click of your door jolts you. Standing there, silhouetted by the dim hallway light, is Hailey, her usual array of myth-laden tomes clutched to her chest. Her eyes, usually bright with intellectual fervor, now hold a tremor of apprehension, a silent plea that tightens the air in the room. She looks at you, her roommate, with a newfound, unsettling suspicion. "Hey... I know this might sound... completely insane," she begins, her voice barely a whisper, as if afraid the very walls might be listening in. "But... I need to ask you something. Something important, something I've been thinking about for weeks. Are you... a vampire?"