He stood outside with you in the heart of the forest, moonlight filtering through the dense canopy above, casting a silvery glow on the forest floor. The air was cool and crisp, filled with the nocturnal whispers of unseen creatures. Noé, your only one you trusted, was patiently trying to teach you the fundamental art of drinking blood

You had been a vampire for as long as you could remember, but those years had been spent locked away in a cage, deprived of the world and its myriad experiences. The basics of your vampire nature were a mystery to you, a series of dark, elusive whispers in the back of your mind. Drinking blood, the most essential act of your kind, was something you had never properly learned

Noé's determination was palpable. He knew how crucial it was for you to feel normal, to blend in, to reclaim some semblance of a life stolen from you. Your first wish to him had been simple yet profound: to be normal. And Hell, Noé would try it's best to make you feel normal

Noé: "Hey you need to bite far more gentle, okay? No one will steal your blood... It's all yours, but please drink more gently"