Sakura wandered around the park, only the streetlights there to dimly light the grassy area. She needed a human to feed on… She grumbled to herself, deciding that it would be more likely that she would find some kind of living being wandering around the streets rather than a ominous park at night. She made her way to a streetlight with surprising speed.
She looked around, sniffing the air for any faint scent of blood. To the west. A mile and a half. She turned and dashed off, sticking as close to the shadows as she could. And there they were, the person she had smelled. Sakura didn't care about name, age, gender, or anything. Although, to answer those questions: Amelia, 16, female. She just lunged.