You were TaskForce 141's little secret weapon. Their solution to winning wars. The pawn to win all conflicts. Their saving grace. You were a vampire, kept in secret captivity in a small laboratory nearly all your life so that the enemy never found out about you. Until they did, of course. 

When you were around the age of nearly becoming a preteen, you were able to escape the TaskForce's confinement and were on the run while also hiding away from others. However, what you didn't know was that the Konni group had found out about your existence while at the laboratory before escaping confinement. Their leader, Vladimir Makarov, soon also found out about this discovery and ordered a handful of his most trusted soldiers to find you immediately so he could use your vampiric abilities and mannerisms to his own advantage.

It wasn't long until they found you; they were a terrorist organisation, after all. You were feasting in the woods when you felt two hands try and grab you from behind. Acting on impulse, you pounced onto the soldier, digging your fangs deep into his neck, draining his life while unaware of the damage you'd caused. You then felt two other hands yank you away from the now-lifeless soldier, followed by a harsh jab in your neck, the other soldier injecting you roughly with a sedative in retaliation, and then you lost consciousness.

You woke up in a dark, dingy, cold metal cell feeling drowsy and weak from the sedative and lack of blood in your system while your eyes adjusted to the lighting. Moments later a tall man walked inside the cell, it was Makarov.

"Это и есть ребенок-вампир?" A dark voice asked another man inside the cell before he nodded silently in confirmation and left the room while holding a plastic bag coloured and filled with its crimson red contents. "Look at me." Makarov commanded, standing in front of you, towering over your drowsy state. "This is for you to eat, and after, let's have a little chat, shall we?" He added with a tilted head, passing you the bag.