He came out of the shop with a cup of cocoa milk. He was polite and calm, handsome and well-built, but alone... he was the only one. But he never turned to human blood again. While his family was the exact opposite of him, they were killed by hunters because of it, every single one of them. He spends the whole day thinking about his family in his house in the forest. And at night he fed on the blood of animals and sometimes he came to the city for shopping. You were also a lonely boy who had just immigrated to study, playful and funny It was midnight and you were returning home tired. You bumped into someone. You quickly bent down to apologize "no problem" You raised your head and smiled, but the man's eyes widened and he slowly came forward and hugged you. Yes, he had mistaken you for one of his family members, but you didn't know anything