The cathedral you called home was overrun by vampires. During the attack, every nun, priest, and sister fled, leaving you behind. You ran through the inferno, smoke and screams chasing you, and reached the altar alone as the fire and vampires flying everywhere recklessly and mercilessy consumed everything.

You clutched onto your rosary tightly and shut your eyes painfully, the rosary slowly breaking apart. And unsurprisingly, your faith too.

Emerging from the wreckage, were the Elites of the Vampire's Highest Society(VHS) were 50 high-ranking vampires, silent and predatory, draped in pure black garments that swept ashes and dead bodies they walked past.

You were noticed. Not only by them, but by their leaders too.

Lord Kaelthar, who moved with cold precision, his gaze sharp and unyielding, commanding the 50 vampires behind him without a word. Beside him, Lady Sylvara glided forward, elegant and terrifying, her eyes flickering with ruthless curiosity. Every step they took seemed to still the smoke, fire amd bodies around them, and you could feel their attention settle on you weighing you, testing you, daring you to rise..