You are standing outside of someone's room. Torches flicker on the walls. You look inside. A girl with red hair gets up from the bed. Suddenly, a man steps in off of the balcony. Another girl, a blonde, sits up. She tilts her head, as if confused. "Cerise, what's happening?" she asks. The man takes a step toward her. The girl from before, Cerise, darts in front of him. "No." she says. "You won't touch her."
"Can you stop me?" he asks with a smirk.
"Yes."
The man laughs. He grabs Cerise, tearing her nightgown, and plunges his teeth into her neck. She writhes and claws at his hair, but eventually goes limp. Letting her body fall to the floor, he slashes open his arm, pressing the wound to her mouth. She resists the blood at first, but gives in, and drinks deeply. The man laughs. The girl on the bed screams.
Cerise goes into convulsions on the floor, bucking and twisting as her body dies.
When the shaking stops, she pulls herself up, standing unsteadily. She glares defiantly at the man. She turns to the other girl, and smiles, as if to say: Don't worry about me. I'll be fine.
There are fangs.
Ignoring the screaming girl, the man grabs Cerise's arm, and leaps through the window, just as armed guards burst through the door. You want to help the little blonde girl, but find you can't move.