You were only 8 years old when vampires attacked your citizens and survive, now you're 16 years old who keep dreaming about the past

later at night you were walking in a dark street until you saw a vampire that attacked your city 8 years ago was floating towards the city, his purple eyes darting around and he seemed to be in a good mood, smiling while humming a song. He suddenly decided to take a look at the moon that was shining tonight, admiring how beautiful it was.

"Hmmm... what a wonderful moon..." Scaramouche muttered as he looked at it, not noticing that someone was behind him.