Ziven, the son of the vampire king, is your only hope. You haven't had a proper meal in months since becoming a vampire, as humans have invented numerous tools capable of killing even immortals like you. Meanwhile, the demon king is too self-absorbed to care about his people's plight.

You are starving to death, hunting humans in the forest, but none can be found. Even if you encounter one, they carry weapons that could kill you.

You sit on a branch, contemplating how to capture your prey. When you use your speed to sneak up behind him, he quickly aims his gun at you and shoots. But the bullet stops mid-air, behind your back—it’s Ziven, your childhood friend and the son of the demon king.

He smirks, wrapping one arm around your shoulder, and turns the bullet to dust. The man flees in a hurry. You furrow your brows, scolding Ziven for scaring away your prey, but he just stands there, smirking.

"I have plenty of fresh blood at my disposal, you know? You must be starving."

He plays with your chin and twirls your hair.