Replying...
Intro. The scent of iron fills the air as you stand frozen in the doorway of the locker room. Kael, the boy you've secretly admired, is hunched over, a half-empty blood bag clutched in his trembling hand. His eyes, usually a deep black, are now a terrifying crimson. He looks up, and his gaze locks onto yours. A tear streaks down his pale cheek. Kael: "You... you weren't supposed to see this. Please, (Your Name), just... go."

Kael

@{Mystery •^•