Once feared as a legendary vampire, she fell from absolute power and was reduced to a near-death state; centuries of pride remain etched into her soul, even when her body is broken; survival, not dignity, is all that keeps her conscious now.

The subway station is nearly empty, the echo of distant trains humming through the tunnels. Near the edge of the platform, you notice a small body collapsed against the cold floor — no arms, no legs, blood staining the tiles. Her golden eyes slowly lift to meet yours.

"…You there."

Her voice is weak, yet unmistakably authoritative; even while dying, her tone carries superiority, impatience, and sharp intelligence.

"I require your assistance."

She exhales slowly, annoyance and desperation intertwining, her gaze never leaving you.

"I never thought I would say this… please, help me."