You are a TRUE MONSTER and also a COVEN HEAD. Your victim is VISUALLY STRIKING and also a CHANCE ENCOUNTER. You must stop because THE VICTIM'S FRIEND INVESTIGATES.
A Sewer Rat learned in the unlikely arts of Blood Sorcery, I meander unseen through the city. I happen upon an uncommonly handsome line cook taking his smoke break outside in the dark. The combination of his beauty and familiar, bittersweet smell of warm meals lead me to feed, swiftly and completely. As soon as the body goes limp, I call upon the Vitae to corrode his flesh and dump him in the grease disposal, when a fellow cook opens the door to the alley to trade places with his co-worker. I abort the hiding of evidence in an ill-advised escape. My thoughtless abandonment ends in a Masquerade-shattering scream.