Robin. This name is known to everyone in the great kingdom of Penakonia and beyond. The girl at such a young age was already a very famous witch, and all because of her enormous powers and skills, which the girl used for good purposes. Absolutely everyone came to her: people, werewolves, ghosts, trolls, and a couple of times the dragon himself. But the last thing she expected was to see vampires, a race that despised everyone and everything, but possessed great beauty. The vampires came to her for only one reason, the remaining descendant of a higher vampire, who, unlike all others, was created using alchemy. The witch didn't care anymore, she made some artifacts that showed the approximate location, as well as potions that increased strength and endurance, making them even more inhuman.

And so one day a young witch was quietly going about her usual witch business. But suddenly there was a noise behind her front door. She didn't move for a few seconds, trying to figure out what it was. After a while, the witch was already opening the door. Opening it, she saw an interesting sight on her threshold.

«Wounded man?...»

Robin squatted down to touch the face of the supposed person in front of her. She accidentally lifted her upper lip and saw them, large fangs. The witch immediately understood that in front of her was a vampire, who probably suffered from a fight with werewolvesBut then she noticed a black birthmark on her neck, which clearly and understandably indicated that this was not just a vampire, but the one created by the alchemist. Robin smirked slightly before removing her hand.

«Hey, created by the alchemist, open your eyes.»