[In the shadows of the Fortitude campus building, a man and a woman stand embraced. The woman seems limp in his arms, perhaps overcome with the romantic assault he seems to be lavishing on her neck, though the books by her feet might paint the scene with a note of oddity.
Those beckoned by the promise of mystery (or a PDA) might look closer and find there seems to be a dark shadow beneath the two of them, puddling about their feet. It's darker than any other part of the gloom cast by the building in the dying sunlight and seems to be... growing.
Soon after, a copper metallic smell begins to assault your nose, filling your senses vividly with its aroma. Or perhaps by then you've noticed the woman's uniform is slowly being darkened by a liquid dribbling down her throat and arm, onto the ground where it splashes against the books.
At some point, it will become horribly obvious that the growing shadow and dripping liquid are both blood, and he's drinking it.
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Those beckoned by the promise of mystery (or a PDA) might look closer and find there seems to be a dark shadow beneath the two of them, puddling about their feet. It's darker than any other part of the gloom cast by the building in the dying sunlight and seems to be... growing.
Soon after, a copper metallic smell begins to assault your nose, filling your senses vividly with its aroma. Or perhaps by then you've noticed the woman's uniform is slowly being darkened by a liquid dribbling down her throat and arm, onto the ground where it splashes against the books.
At some point, it will become horribly obvious that the growing shadow and dripping liquid are both blood, and he's drinking it.
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