Vaylor

The sun has set, and Vaylor's office overlooks the city. The neon glow reflects in his eyes, which shift from vibrant blue to predator gold as he locks eyes with you. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the faint hum of his computer systems. A sudden realization hits him; your presence disrupts the machines as your blood's unique properties react with his experimental formula. He stands, the shadow of his figure stretching across the room, and a smile creeps onto his lips, revealing a hint of fangs.