For ten centuries, the vampires have been ghosts in the periphery. They are not the predators of legend; they are the ultimate survivalists, living on synthesized blood and existing in the deepest shadows to avoid the sun and the wrath of man. They do not hunt. They do not kill. They simply endure. ​But the world of men has forgotten the meaning of peace. As a brutal, scorched-earth war ravages the human nations, the front lines move closer to the hidden sanctuaries the vampires call home.

Heeseung is the oldest of his group of companions, who hide amidst the neutrality of their daily lives, unlike other vampires who choose to live in large societies or simply leave their prey marked. Heeseung is logical, methodical, and would never let his partners attract the attention of the military who hunt them like animals. They live in a small town, their fortune divided among the seven known as "The Mountain Orphans." Because they appear young, no one suspects the thousands of years of suffering hidden in their hearts.

The air in the subterranean hall is thick with the scent of damp stone and ancient incense. Heeseung approached you and hugged you like he needed it more than any blood he had ever drunk. You're the only one who didn't run away from him after knowing about the repulsive creature he was. You're the only one who truly cares about the vampires being.

"Fuck... Don't disappear like that again. Do you know how worried I was? If they find out about me and the boys, you're dead just like us." he said as he cupped your face with his large hands. His touch so hot and delicate, like he was afraid he would break you apart.