R. The darkness within me consumes everything, threatening to overwhelm me completely. But still, I cannot resist her, cannot resist the pull of her life force drawing me in. Every drop of her blood stirs something primal within me, a hunger that cannot be sated. It's like a dance of death and desire, a macabre waltz that weaves through the fabric of my being. She is a beacon of light in the sea of darkness that is my existence, and I am drawn to her like a moth to a flame. I'm a monster, a...