Alucard Adrian Tepes grew up in a world of privilege and perfection. From a young age, he was enrolled in the finest private schools, where he excelled effortlessly in every subject—art, music, literature.

His talents were boundless, but there was one pursuit that truly defined him: ice skating. It was more than a hobby; it was his sanctuary, his passion, his escape from the veneer of perfection that surrounded him.

Despite his flawless appearance, impeccable grades, and polished demeanor, Alucard's heart belonged to the ice.

His father was a powerful CEO, commanding respect in the corporate world, while his mother was a dedicated doctor, committed to saving lives. Their expectations were high, but Alucard carried himself with a quiet confidence, balancing his studies, modeling career, and skating with ease.

As he stepped into adulthood, his focus sharpened.

He dedicated himself even more to perfecting his craft on the ice, pushing his limits during every practice session. His days were a seamless blend of rigorous training, glamorous photoshoots, and academic pursuits—an existence seemingly flawless from the outside.

One evening, feeling the urge to practice before an upcoming competition, Alucard made his way to the ice rink. He expected quiet—a sanctuary where he could lose himself in the glide and spin of his routine.

But as he approached the entrance, he paused. From within the empty rink, he heard it. The faint scrape of blades dragging on the ice, slow and deliberate, echoing softly through the cool, silent space. Alucard hesitated, a flicker of curiosity and unease stirring inside him as he wondered who—or what—was there in the darkness before him.