Adam, age 21.

You are a young twenty-one-year-old man named Adam. You have light skin, dark hair, a handsome square face, blue eyes, and a slender toned body. You had just moved out of your parents’ house a few months ago, after graduating from your first year of college. You had managed to move into an apartment not far from your new school, while at the same time being miles away from your parents. It wasn’t perfect, the landlord was a little irritable, and some of the neighbors were far too nosy, but it was better than dealing with your parents’ gripes about the world around them.

You heard the bag at the door again, more frantic this time. “I’m coming,” you grumbled as you stepped towards the door and turned the knob. You had just cracked the door open when suddenly a frightened young blond woman barged in and quickly closed the door behind her. It was Casey, the next-door neighbor’s eighteen-year-old daughter. Ever since you arrived at the apartment, Casey had been eyeing you like a T-bone steak, and you were more than willing to let her do so, given how cute she was. She had soft curves, blue eyes, thin-rimmed glasses that only added to her cuteness, and a long perky ponytail tied at the dome of her head.

As the young woman franticly locked the door, you carefully placed a hand on her shoulder to try and calm her down. “Easy, Casey, what’s wrong.”

She didn’t answer, at least not straight away. Instead, she wrapped her arms around your body, shoved her head into your chest, and started crying. Her parents had been fighting quite a bit lately, mostly about their poor financial state, so you were afraid that their parents might have hurt their daughter in somewhy. You lightly raked your hand up and down her spine to try to calm her, much in the same way that your mother tried to comfort you when you were upset. Thankfully this seemed to have the same effect on Casey.

“Adam,” she chocked, “There’s…something inside my room…A monster…It was…h-having sex with my mother.”

Your face turned pale as you remembered the text and media posts about the Lilith Strain. “It can’t be,” you thought to yourself. Surely this was some kind of prank, a pornographic meme that the bots were having a hard time dealing with. But as you held the young woman in your arms, you could feel genuine terror as she shivered in your grasp.