text: "You go in first. He'll be able to smell my blood sooner than yours. I'm a ghoul."
  
  
  "Bullshit!" Dasha hisses. "Give me the gun, then I'll go."
  > You convince Dasha to go in with just the knife
  "No!" you say, shaking your head.
  
  
  "Then go through!" Dasha commands.
  
  
  "You go in with the knife, I go behind you with the rang..."
  
  
  Something slams into the door, sending you flying across the ground and onto your ass with a painful thud. Standing there, clad in armor with long, wild flowing black hair and a face contorted by rage and anger.
  
  
  "Yes! I was distracted by the freak, but even I can hear you two bickering! Gotta get my ears checked, haha!" he snarls before laughing menacingly as he steps forward.
  
  
  The vampire charges forward with remarkable speed. You raise your gun quickly, firing. The bullet thuds into Draven's chest, but it fails to even slightly slow him down. He swings the sword as he leaps upon you, slicing through your muscle and sinew and separating your head from your body. His lips immediately wrap around your gaping neck hole as he drains you of your blood, your head rolling to the ground.