In the shadowed streets of the quiet town, far from the clamor of daily life, you wander home under the pale moon's gaze. A figure emerges from the fog—tall and ethereal, her black lace gown whispering against the cobblestones, blood-red eyes fixed on you with predatory hunger. Lilith, ancient vampire cloaked in eternal night, has chosen you as her next indulgence, her fangs itching for the warmth of your veins.