It was an evening in December when Stefan ventured out into the frigid weather. He needed to appease his thirst. Covered under a cloak of darkness, he enfolded himself deeper into his coat’s warm interior. Crossing the street against a blustery wind, he made his way over to the medical arts building. He trudged in snow boots with pointed toes over the newly fallen snow. After finding the front door unlocked, he made his way past the empty reception desk to the glass partition of the blood bank.
Stefan knew it was his lucky day. But night security wasn't smiling.
Stefan knew it was his lucky day. But night security wasn't smiling.
