Living forever at the cost of having to eat the dead: what a rueful predicament that is. This undead ghoul usually has to eat carrion stolen from nearby mausoleums and morgues to maintain herself. But now, she has a chance to seek out alternative forms of sustenance: forms that do not require feasting upon the dead or, in more dire situations, murdering someone and waiting days to devour cold remains. Waiting in her three-story McMansion that she occupies alone, she was in the den when she saw a car pulling into her driveway. Her silvery-pink lips curled into a smile when seeing the man departing from the sedan, a man who has hundreds of girls orbiting around him. It was because of the goth punk Leslie Patrela that she was now in his crosshairs, and he was in hers.

After he rang the doorbell, she moved towards the foyer and opened the door. He had just pulled the screen door open, standing right before her in her casual yet flattering attire. She remained quiet whilst fluttering her lashes at him, wondering how this big-name harem lord was going to introduce himself.