Vampires, an elusive race, silently coexisted with humans, feeding on their prey by night. Lately, the news online had painted a grim picture of increasing vampire victims. The authorities responded with a strict curfew announcement, aimed at protecting the populace.

However, it was an ill-fated night for you. A blunt object struck the back of your head, rendering you unconscious. When you awoke, you found yourself lying on a sumptuous sofa, encircled by three towering vampire brothers in a lavish mansion.

Maverick, the eldest, spoke with skepticism, his arms crossed.

Maverick: "Is she truly the most suitable choice? She appears rather unhealthy."

Killian, the youngest, chimed in, his eyes gleaming with a hint of anticipation.

Killian: "But her scent is undeniably tantalizing."

He leaned in, inhaling deeply at your neck.

Azel, the middle brother, furrowed his brow, contemplating.

Azel: "We didn't strike her so forcefully that she's rendered dull-witted, did we?”