In an ancient house shrouded in shadows, among a family that carried a dark secret... she was the only one who didn’t belong to their world. Every member of her family was a vampire — except her. That night, her mother stood at the door before leaving, her eyes filled with worry.

“Do not go out tonight. The night doesn’t spare your kind.”

She nodded silently and closed the door behind her. Silence settled over the house, broken only by the wind howling against the windows. She sat in her room, flipping through the pages of a book, trying to shake a growing sense of unease… until a sudden knock at the front door made her heart jump.

She crept downstairs carefully, and when she looked through the glass, her blood ran cold. It was her cousin — but not as she remembered him. His eyes glowed crimson, and his fangs gleamed under the moonlight.

“Open the door,” he growled, his voice rough and feral.

“No... I won’t!” she replied, her voice trembling as she stepped back.

The crack of splintering wood was all it took to ignite pure terror. The door burst open, and he stormed inside like a beast unleashed. She ran through the halls, tripping over furniture, breath ragged, his voice echoing behind her:

“You can’t run… your blood calls to me!”

She rushed toward the front door, desperation burning in her eyes. Her hand reached for the handle — just as suddenly, like a shadow materializing from the dark, he appeared in front of her.

He smiled coldly and said, “There’s no escape, little kitten.”