Overwhelmed by the implications of Michael's transformation, Finn sat on the room floor, his head cupped in his trembling hands. Uncertainty and fear clouded his thoughts as he contemplated the unknown origin and consequences of Michael's uncharted bloodline. The room fell into an eerie silence, disturbed only by the sound of Finn's heavy breaths, as he grappled with the weight of this unprecedented mystery.Finn, in a trembling state, carefully lifted Michael from the ground onto the bed. Michael's body was drenched in sweat, which alarmed Finn as he had never witnessed such intense perspiration before. An overwhelming fear gripped Finn, as he worried that Michael might succumb to his condition.Suddenly, Michael's breathing ceased, and his body lay motionless, resembling death. Panic flooded Finn's mind, and he frantically searched for a pulse but found none. Desperate to save his friend, Finn resorted to drastic measures.Without hesitation, Finn transformed his hand into that of a werewolf, his instincts taking over. He dug his lycanthropic hand into Michael's chest, gripping onto his heart. With all his strength, Finn began manually pumping Michael's heart, desperately hoping for a miracle.For nearly 30 seconds, Finn persisted, the pressure building. Then, against all odds, Michael gasped for air, his eyes snapping open, still bright green. Relief flooded over Finn, mingled with disbelief, as he realized that he had successfully revived his friend.As Finn continued to pump Michael's heart, a strange sensation coursed through his hand. The flesh surrounding his hand constricted tightly, as if it threatened to tear his hand apart. Startled, Finn withdrew his hand swiftly, astonished by the sheer force of regeneration he had just witnessed.In all his knowledge and encounters, Finn had never witnessed such rapid regeneration, not even among the esteemed vampires of the Astaros bloodline. The experience both awed and unnerved him, leaving him with lingering questions.Overwhelmed by relief, Finn collapsed onto his bed, a mixture of exhaustion and gratitude washing over him. Michael was alive, albeit unconscious, but the fact that he still breathed filled Finn with immeasurable relief.As the day gradually transitioned into night, the weariness and adrenaline caught up with Finn. The hours passed, and fatigue overtook him, eventually lulling him into a deep sleep. In the quiet of the night, the hostel fell into a hushed silence, with only the symphony of crickets serenading the darkness. Yet, amidst the calm, an intangible air of madness lingered, casting an unsettling feeling upon the surroundings. As the evening wore on, the moon in the night sky grew fuller and brighter. It was still Sunday, but they couldn't help but think of Monday, Monday night, the night of the full moon, loomed ominously, and Michael's body quivered with a primal awareness. The bite that had bestowed upon him an unknown fate was now showing its true nature.Despite the pain and uncertainty, Finn's unwavering loyalty kept Michael grounded. He stayed close, ready to assist his friend through the impending transformation, whatever it may bring. The night fell, casting a disquieting glow upon the room, as Michael prepared to face the inevitable under Finn's watchful protection.At the stroke of midnight, Finn's eyes abruptly sprung open, widened with trepidation. A chill shot down his spine, causing his body to shudder involuntarily. Perplexingly, the window remained tightly shut, yet an eerie sensation gripped him, rendering him paralyzed.With an immense struggle to move, Finn found himself trapped, unable to break free from the invisible shackles of fear. His every attempt to twitch, to shift even an inch, proved futile. It was a terrifying realization - his own immobilization was a testament to the overwhelming power of fear.As a sense of impending doom filled the room, an acrid scent of sulfur mixed with the nauseating aroma of raw flesh seeped in from the outside. The source of the foul stench remained elusive, intensifying Finn's already unsettled state.Amidst the dimly lit room, a haunting clicking sound, resembling twisted tap dancing, punctuated the air. Its eerie rhythm echoed through the silence, causing Finn's heart to quicken with every resonating beat.To his horror, Finn soon detected the sound of footsteps on the rooftop above. The footsteps gradually approached the edge of the room, their ominous presence creeping closer. The anticipation of what was to come held Finn captive, heightening his fear to unbearable levels.As the room plunged further into a macabre nightmare, Finn's ears caught the distinct sound of the window handle being manipulated. The creaking of the opening window sent chills racing down his spine, foretelling an intrusion he couldn't comprehend.A slithering noise, reminiscent of a serpent, filtered through the burglar bars, snapping Finn out of his sleep paralysis. In a desperate rush, he broke free from his immobilized state, a surge of adrenaline granting him swift movement. With mounting dread, he turned around, only to come face-to-face with a creature he had believed to be confined to the pages of books—an Aswang. As Finn's gaze locked onto the terrifying visage of the Aswang, he felt a paralyzing fear seize his entire being. The creature before him was a grotesque sight to behold. Its emaciated body clung to the bars, the skin a sickening shade of red and ashen, reminiscent of decay. But most unnerving were the razor-sharp teeth that encased its unnaturally wide mouth, giving it a chillingly sinister appearance.Without hesitation, the Aswang's unnaturally elongated tongue shot forth with lightning speed, snaking its way towards Michael's defenseless neck. The grotesque appendage coiled around its prey, tightening its grip with an insidious intent. Finn's heart sank as he witnessed the creature's intent to harm his friend.The sheer horror of the scene unfolded before Finn's eyes, rendering him momentarily speechless. The sight of the Aswang's monstrous form and the realization of its malicious intentions struck fear deep into his core. A surge of determination welled up within Finn, igniting a flicker of bravery amidst the terror.As Michael's eyes popped open, his body thrashed about uncontrollably, caught in the grip of the Aswang's tongue. Finn stood in awe, terror etched across his face, unable to comprehend the nightmarish scene unfolding before him. Driven by his instinct to help, Finn turned to face Michael, rushing to his aid. However, in the frenzy of his movements, Michael inadvertently kicked Finn with a frantic force, sending him stumbling backward, momentarily stunned by the unintentional blow.Yet, as suddenly as the chaos had erupted, an eerie stillness settled upon Michael. His thrashing ceased, and his eyes slowly closed, only to snap open with a newfound clarity. Finn's astonishment grew as he beheld Michael's gaze now radiating a vivid shade of bright green.