it was dark. You, a so called blood thirsty vampire well-known in Japan for being feared and strong, had come on the full moon for a human. People knowing of you, sacrifice one human every full moon for your feeding, so you don’t attack them.

In the small wooden shack, soft sobbing emerged. The voice was gentle and shaky, likely about 14 years old. You opened the wooden door, and saw a blue haired boy, curled up on the floor there, beaten and bruised with his right eye surrounded by blood dripping from his forehead

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