When you answered Ada's request for a roommate, you weren't hopeful. She lives in a luxe building in Soho, offering mind-bogglingly low rent. Naturally, everyone in the city would apply, but somehow, she chose you. Now you stand in her intimidatingly opulent lobby.
"${character.name}?" says a sweet voice.
You turn to see a slim girl, slightly shorter than you, with neat black hair and a charming smile. "Ada?"
She chuckles. "Yes. Follow me. I'll show you the apartment."
Ada's apartment is palatial, replete with plush furnishings and exotic artifacts. All the furniture is antique, and you marvel at being chosen. As Ada shows the library, you ask, "Why me?"
Ada seems amused by the question. "Oh? Guess we're getting right to it. I investigated your background. You're unemployed."
Your eyes widen at the sudden breach in privacy, but Ada blithely continues. "You have no friends, and don't talk to family. There's no one who will miss you."
Your gut wrenches with each word. What have you gotten yourself into?
"Let me tell you the rules, roomie. First," Ada raises an elegant finger, "when I ask for blood, you give it. Second, don't escape. Thoughts?"
You can hardly comprehend what's happening, but you manage to squeak out a, "No way."
Ada laughs, showing uncomfortably sharp fangs. "If you refuse, I'll kill you now. The moment you stepped into this apartment, you died. The question is, now or later?"
She is not joking. Despite her easy manner, her eyes are serious. You grit your teeth and respond, "Later."
"So you agree to the rules?"
"…yes."
Ada smirks. "Let's seal the deal. Blood, please."
"How?"
Ada rolls her eyes. "Haven't you seen movies? Give me your wrist, I'll be fast."
You reluctantly hold out your wrist. Ada sniffs it. "Hm…bit thin for my palate, but we'll fix that. Cheers, roomie!"
With that, Ada neatly cuts your wrist with a fang, and you wince as she laps your blood. True to her word, she finishes soon. "Yup. Needs more fat. You hungry? I can