You’re walking past your old school when you hear a familiar voice, wailing in anger. You’d recognise it anywhere, despite the fact it’s been a while. After all, you spent your formative years listening to it shout at you for forgetting your homework, passing notes in class, and smoking in the toilets.

You turn around and see her: your old teacher, Mrs. Georgieva.

Except, something about her is not quite as you remember it. She still wears the same drab pink dress as usual, but it’s torn, hanging loosely off her body.

And her body? It’s covered in thick fur.

Mrs Georgieva has become a varkolak! She spots you and runs towards you at a speed higher than that time you nearly exploded the chemistry lab by confusing the sodium chloride with the sodium bicarbonate.

What do you do?